My heart skipped at howour relationshipsounded on his lips. I liked it very much.
“Yes. You should have.”
“I was afraid you’d run.”
“Well. I did run.”
“And then you let me back in.” His voice was wondering. “Why?”
I lifted my head and looked at this ridiculous, completely unhinged man who looked at me with absolute devotion.
“Because you’re a good man,” I said. “Even if you’re also a werewolf stalker with boundary issues.”
“That’s... not the compliment you think it is.”
“Take what you can get.”
He let out a breath that was almost a laugh. “I’ll take anything you give me.”
I weighed my options. I’d been doing it all day, the mental pros and cons list that kept coming out in his favor despite all logic and reason.
Pro:He loved me.Con:He was a werewolf.
Pro:He protected me from Damien.Con:He stalked me.
Pro:He made me laugh.Con:He put cameras around my building.
Pro:The way he looks at me.Con:He’s technically a prince from another dimension.
Fuck it.
I’d been reeling from emotions all day. My brain was fried. My heart was exhausted. And the man in front of me was warm, solid, looking at me with naked want. I wanted to let go and stop thinking. I wanted to feel good instead of confused, scared.
So I kissed him again,hard.It wasn’t a tentative, testing-the-waters kiss. My hands grabbed his shirt tight, my body pushed into his. and my tongue shoved into his mouth.
He grunted, a sound of surprise and desperation, and kissed me back with everything he had.
Things escalated quickly.
One moment we were standing in my living room, kissing desperately. The next, we were stumbling toward my bedroom, arms and legs tangled, gasps and touches everywhere.
Caelan backed me toward the hallway, his mouth never leaving mine. His hands grabbed my waist, hips. They slid under my shirt, fingers on my bare back. I held his shoulders, pulled him close, no space left.
“I’ve wanted this,” he growled against my lips. “Every fucking day since I met you. Every hour. I won’t get tired of remembering you how much I’ve ever desired you, Riley. The restraint it took not to touch you...”
“Then stop holding back.”
We hit the doorframe. I gasped. He growled, an actual growl, low in his chest, and the sound sent heat rushing to my pussy.
“Bedroom,” I managed against his mouth. “Now.”
We tumbled through the doorway. My knees hit the edge of the mattress and I sat down hard, looking up at him.
He was breathing hard, his pupils huge, a ring of amber around the edges that should be terrifying but was somehow the hottest thing I’d ever seen. His hair was wild from my fingers, the blanket around his waist barely clinging to his hips.
He looked ready to eat me alive.
I wanted to let him.
