Page 29 of The Alpha and His Enemy Wolf
Rafe cradled her neck with his free hand as he deepened the kiss. He slipped his tongue into her parted lips, savoring her sweet mouth. She tasted as enticing as she smelled, like the call of a full moon in the dark forests.
Take her inside. Claim her. Make her ours,his wolf insisted.
Not yet.
This was only the second night of seven. Rafe couldn’t rush things and have this backfire. They’d had a good day, and it was better to leave them with a bit of longing to lead them into tomorrow.
Until they’d…
With utmost reluctance, he pulled away from her mouth. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. When he saw the desire on her face, it took all his self-control not to kiss her again and beg her to accept him as her mate.
Patience, he told himself.
Her forced himself to plant his hands at his sides and not run them over her body. “Goodnight, Mila.”
Her lips remained parted as she stared at him appearing just as dazed from under her hooded eyelids. “Goodnight, Rafe.” Her voice sounded breathy.
“I hope you have pleasant dreams.”
“You, too.”
“Oh, I will indeed.” He smiled. No doubt he would be thinking about her tonight, replaying that kiss, and thinking about all the possibilities for the nights to come.
“Thanks for dinner.” She raised her painting and smiled with an appreciative expression. “And paint night.”
“I enjoyed it immensely.” He nodded. “How about lunch tomorrow?”
“Yesss,” she replied, and it sounded like a purr. “See you then.”
After she turned and headed toward the entrance of the hotel, Rafe watched her walk away, forcing his feet to remain in place while every instinct in his body encouraged him to go after her.
Tomorrow, he promised himself. Their third night together would be one to work his charm.
He would not be a gentleman tomorrow.
Chapter 9
Mila
What the hell had just happened outside? That majestic bed tempted her with images of what she could be doing there and with whom.
Sleeping with the enemy.
If that information made it to her pack, that would not go over well. Spying on their rivals was one thing, sleeping with them, not so acceptable.
She ran her fingers over her lips as she stared out of her hotel window, searching for Rafe. He was no longer visible out there in the snow. Where did he go? Live? Sleep?
More questions about him rose, and they had nothing to do with her obtaining information for her pack. When he’d kissed her, the reaction inside was nothing sort of explosive. She’d never experienced such fiery desire.
Conflict twisted her gut. She was setting him up to bring him down. She’d share the information she learned with her father. He might use it to attack Rafe and overthrow his pack. But Rafe had been treating her so well. She wrung her hands together as her duplicity distressed her mind.
Was she any better than Victoria?
Wait a minute. She hadn’t even been here two nights. How could she have doubts about her mission already?
After a restless night,Mila woke to the phone ringing. It was Rafe.
“How did you sleep?” he asked.
