He always was such a handsome fox.
As if hearing my thoughts, Robin approached. He slid to my side and rubbed his long, silky body along mine.
Every cell in my body quivered with desire. I needed him. My body wasn’t just aching for him to relieve my tension—my heart was too.
I need this closure so I can move on,I told myself, aware that it was only a lie I wished to come true. But while the closure issue was iffy, one thing was certain. I hadn’t been laid in months, and right now I desperately needed the sexual release. My body knew Robin’s well, and it was crying for physical intimacy in a way I’d never experienced before. Aching for it.
Old Marian, meet sex kitten Marian. She wants something, she takes it.
I turned tail and sprinted for home.
Robin followed, and my heart rate sped up. Eventually, he caught up, and we ran side by side. Robin’s fur—a deeper red than mine—glistened in the moonlight. His paws pounded the dirt, and he released an excitable yip.
The sound was so alluring, so wild and free, that it took all I had not to jump on him. But I kept running, deciding to give myself the time to change my mind—for my reason to win out.
It didn’t.
The second I rushed onto my front stoop, I shifted back to human. Robin followed my lead, and a breath later, my back met the door. His hands landed on my hips and our lips met, hungry and needy. Slowly, his hands traveled up to run through my hair, tugging gently near the roots just like I liked it.
A moan rang from my lips, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I had made my decision. I fumbled for my keys, slamming them in the lock.
Robin tensed, and his eyes snapped open. “Mar, are you sure? I want this, but I know you—”
I shoved the door open and yanked him inside.
Chapter Eight
Sunlight drizzledin through my window, and I stretched across my bed, long and luxurious. Robin’s hand flopped over my side to rub my stomach before falling still.
My lips twitched upward as I twisted to peek at him. His eyes were closed, his lips parted in light slumber.
He looks so sweet. Nothing like the man who’d ravished me last night.
Heat pooled in my core. In our years apart, both Robin and I had learned a few new tricks. Last night, his tricks had rocked my world and reminded me what it felt like toreallydesire someone and tobedesired. And hot damn, it was amazing.
Moving quietly, I washed up, prepared breakfast, and got ready for work. I’d finished my hair and patted my arrow necklace into position beneath the high neckline of my uniform when Robin appeared at the bathroom door.
Butt naked. My heart gave a hard thunk as he grinned at me.
Oh, dear lord, I did not anticipate this . . .
My mouth dried up as my eyes raked down his muscular body to his perfect, sexy hip “V”. His chest tattoo, a tribal fox which I’d discovered last night, tempted me to run my hands across it. Robin possessed a body few women could resist and a smile that would make the most holy of people want to sin.
“Morning, Mar-Bear.” Robin swaggered into the bathroom and pushed my hair behind my shoulder. His soft lips found the crook of my neck and began to explore.
“Mmmm,” I sighed. Unable to help myself, my eyes fluttered closed as my head dropped the opposite way, allowing him more access.
“Mar, take that uniform off and come back to bed,” Robin rasped as his hands ran down my body, sending shivers through me. “I don’t want you to go to work. I want you here, with me, like old times.”
With me, like old times.
The words ran through my heart like a bullet, and my eyes snapped open. No! What was wrong with me?! This was not supposed to be about old times! Last night had been about closure, and giving into my fox, giving her what she needed physically. My teeth dug into my bottom lip as Robin, oblivious to my inner turmoil, continued to inch my skirt up and worship my body. By the ancients, this touch felt so good, only proving one thing.
I was an idiot. Why had I allowed my lies to take me over? To convince me I could handle this? Clearly, I wasn’t strong enough to keep Robin out of my heart. And one thing was certain—if I allowed this to continue, I wouldn’t survive another breakup.
I wrenched myself out of Robin’s grasp.
“Mar!” Robin’s head snapped up and his eyes met mine. “What’s wrong—”
