Page 28 of The Reluctant Wolf and His Fated Mate
Was it luck or fate? Wolf lore about fate claimed he was destined to be with this woman.
Don’t question it,his wolf noted.Accept this gift. Some things don’t need to be explained. We’re one of the lucky ones.
Fate and luck entwined again? Was his father lucky to have found his mother, considering what had happened to him? Nope.
Damon forced himself to shove away that dark speculation. The woman he craved was inches from him and practically naked. He wouldn’t ruin the moment and brood over the ghosts that haunted him.
“I guess we’re both lucky,” Sophie replied with a slight grin. “Since there’s nobody’s cabin I’d want to wake up in but yours.”
The way she gazed at him with that ardent glint in her eyes made his throat tighten. He took a quick sip of his champagne and put down the glass, unable to keep his eyes off of her.
He arched his brow. “So you like my cabin?” he teased.
She laughed. “It’s not bad. I’m more interested in the guy who lives in it.”
“Is that right?”
“I can’t believe you built this.” She gazed at him with admiration. “The more I learn about you, Damon, the more I’m impressed.”
He arched his brows. “Maybe I’m trying to impress you.”
She gave him a coy glance. “Maybe it’s working.”
Desire thrummed through his veins. He yearned for her. Ached. He picked up his glass and took another sip of champagne, which was more of a gulp.
Sophie searched his eyes for a few seconds that sent his already pounding heartbeat soaring up to the moon. He attributed some of his reaction to that, the growing moon. It stirred his primal instincts, agitating his wolf to want more—to prowl, to hunt, and now—to mate.
She gazed out to the darkness of the surrounding woods. “And I’m glad that out of anyone who could have found me out there, it was you.” She faced him again.
His gaze dropped to her lips. Shiny. Parted. Calling to him.
Kiss her, his wolf stirred, practically ready to burst.
“I think we can make this night better still.” He raised his gaze back to meet hers and caressed her cheek.
Her body trembled slightly, and she released a sigh. He was all but shaking himself. Wanting, needing. He’d never yearned so much or felt more vulnerable in his life. If she rejected him…
Enough of the brooding. Kiss her, you damn fool, his wolf demanded.
“How so?” Her voice sounded throaty. Her lids lowered and her pupils were wide.
Damon took her glass and put it near his at the edge of the hot tub. He leaned closer to her. “With a kiss,” he all but growled. “I want you, Sophie,” he softened his tone, but it still came out gravelly and full of the ache he couldn’t suppress.
A sigh slipped from her lips. “Yesss,” she purred. “Kiss me.”
Damon’s body hardened. He cupped her face with both hands. Her cheeks were as soft as snowflakes, but the heat from it would melt ice. Her scent wrapped around him, inciting him with desire that hummed in his blood.
He bent his head and brushed his lips against hers.
The fire in his veins raged higher. All his senses seemed to detonate when he touched her.
His wolf pranced with satisfaction.Mate. Mate. Mate.
Damon attempted to ignore his wolf, but deep down he knew he couldn’t fight it much longer. Not when all he wanted to do was feel, touch, taste…
Sophie tasted like champagne and sunshine on a bluebird day. Intoxicating. He deepened the kiss, wanting to savor as much as he could of her, and prodded his tongue in between her lips. When she opened to him, their tongues tangled.
He all but plundered her mouth as his cock throbbed in his swim trunks. He traced his fingers along her neck, over her collarbone, down to the globes spilling out the top of her swimsuit.
