Page 16 of Charmed and Dangerous

“Leave it. It’s lived in. I love it.”

He paused and stared at her quizzically. “It’s a bit of a mess right now. I rushed out of here this morning, hoping you hadn’t changed your mind.”

How could she explain she loved this? In her house, there was a place for everything and everything had to be in its place or there would be consequences. It was sterile, bleak, lifeless. But here was an explosion of life and she wanted to embrace it.

She rested a hand on his back, feeling the heat from his body seep into her. “I love this. You live here, Saul. I could see Brady running around here in cub form. I could see you watching the game, or whatever you watch, on Sundays with your friends, drinking beer or whatever. I could see myself curled up reading a book in the chair, though it would be better if it was over by that big picture window so I could look out over the meadow.”

His eyes gleamed yellow, and he pulled her to him. “Do you mean that? That you could see yourself here?”

A note of hope entered his voice, and she smiled, her voice going lower and a little huskier. “Maybe. I haven’t seen the entire cabin. You promised me a tour.”

“Your wish is my command. What would you like to see? The kitchen? The bathroom?”

She cast her gaze around the space and down a hallway. Was she ready? Was this potion acting on her? Who was she kidding? She didn’t care if it was the potion or not. She’d spent the past two days thinking about Saul, unable to think about anything else. And, truth be told, she had been obsessed with him long before that weekend, but she never thought she had a chance in hell with him. If it was the potion, she would deal with that when the time came. For now, she was going to embrace this opportunity and take her chance with Saul.

“I think I’d like to see the bedroom,” she said.

He arched his eyebrow. “You think?”

She tugged him toward the hallway. “I know I want to.”

“Good.”

He swept her up in his arms and over his shoulder, fireman-style, and strode down the hall to the master bedroom in theback of the house. He set her down by the king-sized bed and flicked on the light. The room was rustic like the rest of the home, with the exposed log walls and beam ceiling more intimate in this space. The bed was enormous, with a hunter green comforter on it that Maeve could get lost in easily. The bed itself appeared carved from logs and assembled in the room and adhered to the western theme of the home.

Saul turned her chin to face him. “Only if you want to.”

She slipped the white cardigan off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then she tugged the straps of the dress off her shoulders until the dress sagged on her chest. “I want to.”

She made to take off the dress, but he stopped her. “I want to unwrap you.”

She shivered at his words, never thinking that would ever sound sexy to her, but they were almost unbearably sexy. He tilted her chin and took her lips in a gentle kiss. She leaned into him, her lips opening under his mouth and his tongue swept in, stroking along hers, tasting of beer and barbecue and Saul. She sighed and clutched at his shirt, both to hold herself up and to pull him closer.

He slid a hand down her back and cupped her ass, lifting her to make the kiss easier on both of them. She twined her arms around his neck and tentatively teasing him back with her tongue, her body singing with pleasure, the fizzing in her stomach intensifying as the kiss deepened.

Cool air brushed the back of her legs, and she felt his hand tease along the back of her panties. She gasped as he grasped a cheek of her ass in one hand, then tugged her panties down to expose her. The dress fell back down around his hand, the material smoothing across her skin. He gave a jerk and there was a sharp pinch, then he tossed her ruined panties away.

She jerked back and glared at him. “Did you just tear my underwear?”

His fingers delved between her thighs from behind and she moaned, her eyes falling closed. He chuckled. “I don’t think you’ll mind.”

With his other hand, he dragged her dress down over her body until it fell to the floor at her feet. He lifted her out of it and laid her on the bed. He quickly stripped off his shirt and jeans, while she watched with a heated gaze. Nope, he was nothing like the warlocks she’d dated before.

“If I had known shifters were built like you, I would have dated one a long time ago.”

He growled and prowled over her, settling between her thighs. He pinned her to the bed and leaned in to her face. “There will be no one else for you, Maeve. Understand?”

She grinned mischievously at him. “You know that’s a red flag, right?”

“I only know you’re mine and I won’t let you go.”

She rolled her eyes and groaned. “So many red flags.”

He flexed his hips, his cocked rubbing against her soft folds, and she sucked in a breath. He chuckled again. “After you have me, you won’t want anyone else.”

She tangled a hand in his hair and tugged. “That’s a lot of talk for a bear who hasn’t done a lot of showing.”

He growled again and leaned down to suck a nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking the tip, while his fingers plucked and twisted the other one until they were both rosy and swollen from his attention. Maeve moaned, arching her back, and held his head to her breast, even as he switched back and forth, teasing her.

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