Page 57 of Fire on the Moon

“You would if you were hungry enough,” he answered, glad that they were relaxed enough to banter.

“I’ve still got stuff from yesterday.”

“The power to the fridge is off.”

“But nobody’s opened the door. It should be okay.”

She ate a sandwich and washed it down with bottled water before heading back to her bunk.

Zane kept watch, listening to the sounds of the untamed area. He was feeling remarkably better, and he wished he could slip off into the swamp, but he wasn’t going to leave his mate unprotected.

Early the next morning, his phone rang. It was Frank. “You can start heading toward the marina on the other side of the swamp,” he said.

“Let’s hope the Lady Slipper can get through.”

Francesca, who had heard the phone, came up the stairs and stood by the cabin door. “Are we ready to leave?” she asked when he clicked off the call.

“Yes.”

“Thank God. This waiting is nerve-wracking.”

He crossed to her, taking her in his arms and simply holding her. He’d hated being so close and yet unable to be with her. Now he couldn’t stop himself from enjoying her body pressed to him.

She raised her face, and he lowered his head, so that their lips met. Instantly he felt so aroused that his head spun. His hands moved over her, her ribs, her hips, the sides of her breasts. She moaned and eased the top part of her body away from him so that he could cup her breasts through her shirt. Reaching around to her back, she unhooked her bra and pulled it out of the way.

He swept her shirt and bra upward, bending to find one hardened nipple with his mouth, while his fingers played over its mate.

“God yes,” she sobbed, clasping her hands around the back of his head.

She had already kicked off her pants and panties when he lifted her onto the table, freeing his cock before stepping between her legs and plunging into her.

They both gasped at the intimate contact. He pulled back and pressed forward again, compelled to rush toward completion even while he was trying to keep himself from coming in the next few seconds, but she was right with him, pushing for her climax as they rocked wildly together.

They exploded in a fiery burst of ecstasy, both of them gasping for breath as they clung together.

She lifted her head, staring up at him, her eyes reflecting the depths of the emotions he felt.

“That’s what it’s like to make love with a wolf?” she asked.

“Only when he’s doing it with his mate,” he managed to say.

“It was never like that for you before?”

“Not hardly.”

“Well, I can certainly say the same.”

She kept her arms around him, holding him to her. But finally he kissed her once more and eased away.

She gave him a long look. “I guess you’re feeling better.”

He grinned. “Apparently. I’d like to see if I could last a little longer, but we have to leave.”

“I know. But let me get cleaned up first.”

He nodded, admiring the curve of her butt as she picked up her clothing from the deck and scurried for the stairs. He wanted to follow her, but he knew he had to stick to business.

She was back a few minutes later, dressed in a fresh tee shirt and cutoffs. “How far are we going?” she asked.

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