Page 80 of Dreams of Magic

“Being with me feels natural?” He just needed to make sure he was hearing her right, so there couldn’t be any misinterpretation. Not that she wasn’t being clear, just that his ears weren’t working well with the buzz from her leaning against him.

She smiled, “Being with you feels perfectly natural and exactly right. So, if you’re okay with it, I’m just going to go with my feelings.”

He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her even tighter against him, “That sounds perfect to me.”

“Great, now can I have a real kiss?”

He gently touched her cheek, loving the flush there from the sun. He slid his thumb over her bottom lip. When her lips parted slightly, he tilted her chin up with his thumb, so she was looking him in the eye. He’d been thinking about kissing her all morning.

He watched her pupils dilate and her breath quickened. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. When she started to say something, he smothered her words with his mouth. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a fierce possession, a claiming.

He was relentless, drawing her closer to his body, devouring her moans of pleasure. He kissed her, showing her his heart. His tongue dancing with hers, demanding more.

She met his passion, his need.

She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding on for dear life. His hands slid up her hips, over her back, stroking, lingering as if he had forever. She moaned, rubbing herself against him.

The sound brought him back to his senses and he slowly pulled back, breaking the kiss.

“We have to stop or we’re gonna start a fire.”

She chuckled and leaned her head against his chest, her fast heart rate matching his, “Okay, give me just a second. Man, you can kiss.”

He smiled, “You’re pretty damn great at it too.”

With a sigh, she looked back up at him, “So, now what?”

“Well, do you have any plans now?”

She shrugged, “Not solid ones. I was thinking of going to Raven’s to see if she could use a hand with research.”

“Well before you do that, would you like to have lunch with me in town? I was thinking we could hit up the café, then take a little stroll around the square so you can see the shops.”

Her face lit up, her eyes sparkling in the sunlight. “I would love to. I just need a quick shower first.”

Kenzie

They pulled up outside of a dark green two-story building just off the square. The large sign hanging over the door named it the Moonlight Bistro.

She thought it was the perfect name for a business that was owned by a werewolf.

She turned to Aiden as he helped her climb down from the truck, “Isn’t that name a little obvious? Does the town know about Silver Lake and what we are?”

He shrugged, “Cass meant for it to be a little cheesy and on the nose. Kind of an inside joke, I guess. The town doesn’t know, not for the most part anyway. They know there are wolves in the woods and mountains surrounding the town, just not that they are werewolves. The school mascot is even the Wolves. Now there are a few people who have been here long enough or for generations who are wary or suspect.”

“They suspect there are werewolves?” She felt that leap would be a bit surprising for people who didn’t know they existed.

“Not werewolves per se. More like they are just superstitious. We’re careful. We never come close to town or change in front of humans, but we’ve been here for a long time and rumors tend to spread. The pack lands are surrounded by wards that keep humans from seeing in or from passing onto the property unescorted, but this is a small town.”

“So, it’s a little hard to hide that there’s a huge group of people who come and go through town but don’t actually live in the town?” She figured people would always question things they didn’t know or understand.

“Basically.” He chuckled, “We do our best. But the rumors have been pretty extravagant over the years. They have ranged from doomsday preppers all the way to a cult. But we keep to ourselves, don’t cause any problems, and help the town any way we can. Most of us are pretty friendly with the people here, even friends with some of them.”

“I like that, the small-town thing. Where I grew up in Wilmington, it was small. But not, know the grocery store clerk, small. I’ve always wondered what it would be like.” She smiled up at him, “So, thank you for showing me around today.”

He gave her a quick peck on the lips before pulling the door open to the café, “Any time beautiful. Any excuse to spend more time with you.”

He was such a gentleman as he held the door open for her to walk in first. She gave him a playful nudge as she walked past him, “You don’t need an excuse, you just have to ask.”

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