Moira pursed her lips and swallowed hard. “Lodge Five. I’ll be ready at six.”
His eyes darted up to her, and she could see the acute shock there.
She turned and pulled the door closed, but he drawled out, “Wait. Come here. Do the apology right.”
Moira hesitated and then kicked out of her boots and padded across the living room to the kitchen and stood in front of him awkwardly. “I’m sorry I misjudged you and baited you.”
She dared a look up at him and his nostrils flared with his deep inhalation. He didn’t feel so heavy anymore. Slowly, giving her time to back away, he reached for her hip and pulled her closer. He hugged her for three seconds, then eased her back, gripped her throat gently, and hunger flashed in his eyes. “It’s been a while since I cared enough to get angry. You’re going to put me through it, aren’t you?”
“If you’re lucky,” she murmured, trying to bite back a smile at how good his gentle grasp felt on her throat. Dominant man. She liked it.
He narrowed his blazing gold eyes at her, and then released her throat, pulled her hand up to his lips, pressed a kiss there and then released her again.
Feeling emboldened, Moira eased forward, lifted up on her toes, and pressed a kiss to his throat, then bit him gently there and reveled in the sound of his moan.
“Bye stranger,” she said softly, and let her gaze linger on him a couple seconds more as she walked away.
She dared one last glance at him as she closed his door, and she would commit this to memory for always—Cam, standing tall and strong, leaned against his kitchen counter, handsgripping the edge, dark hair mussed, Adam’s apple prominent as he leaned his chin back and offered a predator’s smile from his masculine lips. Eyes glowing gold, every cell of his body oozing with the confidence of a man who knew his exact place at the top of the food chain.
And what was a little kitty shifter like her to do?
Be ready at six, because she understood when he’d said he wanted to get to know her.
She wanted to get to know more about him as well.
That man was trouble.
Delicious, undeniable, interesting, hot-as-hell, all-consuming trouble.
Chapter Four
All he wanted to do was drive to the Woodpecker Inn and see that little kitty shifter again.
God, he couldn’t stop thinking about Moira. Maybe she was in heat or something.
The last tour had been eternal. He’d smiled, and entertained the group, and kept everyone feeling included like a professional, but his mind had been consumed by that little spitfire vixen.
She’d set her teeth on his throat. Just thinking about it had the bear inside of him rumbling his hunger.
Oh, he wanted her bad.
He’d tasted her right in the middle of them lighting each other up, and he didn’t care what it said about him— he liked it.
She probably had claws in the bedroom.
“Where should I park this?” Edgar asked. He was one of the Woodpecker Inn clients. He’d been fun, relaxed, and easy to chat with over the course of that ATV tour.
Cam dismounted from his ATV and gestured the riders where they needed to park.
They crowded around, smiles on their faces as they talked about their favorite parts of the ride.
The shuttle pulled up to the curb and he glanced over there, hoping there was no one on this tour. He kind of wanted to show up to Lodge Five early and see if Moira was home. Fuck, he felt like a rutting animal right now.
The shuttle doors opened and disappointment swirled in his chest at the four people that filtered off it. He’d hoped they had cancelled, but everyone had shown up. Okay, this was okay. Itwas more money in his pocket. Cancellations were never a good thing.
Before the shuttle doors closed though, something froze every muscle in his body.
Moira stepped off the shuttle. She was back.
