Page 32 of The Wolf and His Forbidden Witch
He nodded. “We sure did.” As he stroked down her arm, he said, “And I don’t regret a moment of it.” The need to touch and kiss and taste his mate rose like wildfire within, especially since he didn’t know if he’d have the chance to be with her again. He rolled her onto her back and then kissed her neck. “In fact, I’d do it all over again.”
As he kissed down her torso, she laughed. “Grayson, we shouldn’t.” She didn’t make a move to stop him, though.
He moved. “What difference does an orgasm or two matter?”
As he kissed her breasts, she sighed and ran her fingers through his hair.
“True, but…”
“But what?” He kissed down her belly.
She arched her body and moaned with pleasure. “Never mind.”
Three orgasmslater—two for her and one for him—they finally left his bed and ate breakfast beside a picture window. He’d brewed coffee and cooked some eggs and bacon. She looked so sexy with her hair mussed up and wearing one of his shirts, which fit like a tent on her.
“Are you heading into the office today?” she asked him.
“I can go in later this morning and spend time with you, if that’s something you’d like.”
Aurora tilted her head. “Did you mean what you said last night? About me being your mate?”
He leaned back in the hardwood chair. “I did.”
She exhaled with a low whoosh. “That adds more fuel to this already fiery pile of complications. We can’t let anyone know I was here.”
Grayson agreed. “Don’t worry. No one will. We drove here in my car. No one is keeping tabs on you. We’ll be safe.”
But would she? If the Sacco pack found out about Aurora sleeping with him...
Well, he just wouldn’t let them know. After all, how much longer would these negotiations take? When she went back to them tomorrow, if they accepted, it would just be a matter of drawing up the paperwork.
Ifthey accepted.
They’d be foolish not to.
Aurora watched him. “You look tense, Grayson. What are you thinking about?”
His shoulders sagged. “Just worried about things.”
“Like what?”
Everything.“I’m hoping that we can settle this soon.” He swallowed. “And then maybe we can talk about us.”
Her eyes widened, and she gazed at him with a wondrous expression. “Oh.” She cracked her knuckles. “That’s another complicated situation.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not sure where I’m heading with my life, let alone contemplate a relationship with someone I just met.”
Grayson’s muscles tightened. If she rejected him—the agony would be too much to bear.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
She sighed. “First of all, when I go back to Salem, I need to tell my aunt that this is my last assignment as a mediator. I already explained why.”
Leaving him. Grayson’s chest tightened. He couldn’t let her go, yet he couldn’t force her to stay. She was a grown woman who could make her own decisions, which was what she was doing now. But still, he had to take a chance.
“And then?”
