So beautiful.
He looked at her from head to toe, taking her in. She didn’t hide. She let him see her, really see her. Every wound, every scar, every fear.
Her lip began to quiver. “Connor.”
In two strides, he reached her. Pulling her against his hard body, Connor crushed his mouth against hers. He dug one hand into her hair. The other grabbed her ass, dragging her closer. She wrapped one of her legs around his and ground down on his thigh. His leg hairs tickled her pussy with sweet abrasion. Desire ripped through her core, and she couldn’t hold him close enough.
His tongue plundered her mouth, and she knew he was taking what he could while he could. She let him. She’d never needed a kiss more.
Although she’d expected to compare him to Lloyd, no comparisons sprang to mind. This was just Connor kissing her, and he tasted like manna from heaven. She knew she should feel guilty but couldn’t. Not now.
She probably would later, but right now she didn’t care. Guilt had no place in this kiss.
Running her hands toward his bottom, she scratched him with her fingernails. He moaned and thrust against her.
Yes. That was what she needed. She wanted him to throw her down on the ground and fuck her right here in the inch of snow until she forgot everything.
Would her heart even survive it?
Her tears flowed into their mouths, and Connor ended the kiss. His face was red, and his pupils had dilated. He stroked her cheek, his thumb caressing her swollen bottom lip.
“Connor,” she whispered. “I’m scared.”
“So am I. I can’t lose you again.”
Just then, his nostrils flared and he looked into the woods. His eyebrows came together as the scent of sweat and danger reached their nostrils at the same time.
Someone was there.
A bullet whizzed by Connor’s head.
Connor threw her to the ground and crouched next to her. “Stay down!”
Another shot ripped through the trees.
Good God. Someone was actually aiming at them.
She stayed put but shifted back into bear form. If she needed to defend herself, she’d do a better job of it as her bear. Her brown fur provided better camouflage in the woods than her blonde hair. She gave silent thanks to Lloyd for passing on his animal legacy and particular shading. Because she’d mated with a brown bear, she’d taken on the same spirit animal.
Connor shifted as well. His mountain lion bounded forth, enraged.
Her heart racing, Elaine steadied herself against a log, wondering if she should go after him. If anything happened to Connor…
No. He’s a good predator. One of the best she’d ever seen. If someone had intentionally tried to hurt them, he’d find the person.
She just hated to think about what he’d do when he found him.
Why would someone shoot at them?
Did the shooter have a beef with Connor? It was impossible. Everyone loved him. Even his former girlfriends adored him.
Quickly casting aside the theory a spurned woman had decided to take a pot shot at Connor’s head, Elaine wondered if the bullets had been meant for her. She couldn’t think of anyone she might have offended in such a way, but she supposed it was possible. It just didn’t sit right with her.
Besides who would want her dead when she was already dying?
Elaine almost laughed out loud at the irony.
