“It’s so cold,” he said when she let her T-shirt fall on top of her coat.
“Guess you need to keep me warm.”
Groaning, he cupped her bare breasts, suckling first one, then the other.
“So beautiful,” he mumbled around her nipple. “So delicious.”
She wiggled, impatient to feel. To be connected with him, entirely and fully, for however brief that moment in time may be. She wanted to forget everything else and pretend they were the only two people in the world and there was nothing to do butfeel. Each other. Together.
“I need…” she whispered again. She could hear the edge of desperation in her own voice.
He finally lowered her legs to the ground, and she didn’t even wait for him to get around to undressing her. As chilly as the slight breeze was, her skin was heated, probably from that inferno burning inside her. Burning for Remy.
She shoved her leggings down and wriggled out of them. Remy only watched—she almost laughed, but she was too far over the edge, too needy, too focused on what came next.
She grasped his jeans and tugged the button free, the hiss of the zipper lowering only increasing her sense of urgency.
She stroked his erection. Her name tumbled over his lips like a prayer as he lifted her legs again, pressing her against the wall while he rubbed against her like a cat.
As good as that felt, she needed more.
More.
Reaching between them, she positioned his erection. With his jeans hanging off his ass, he finally thrust, sliding into her as if they were meant to fit together. She gasped and then groaned, clinging to him when he pulled out slightly and thrust again, his fingers digging into her bare ass, his face buried in the crook of her shoulder.
She squeezed her thighs around his hips. He surged forward, groaning gutturally. A breathy “yes” tumbled from her lips.
“Come for me,cher.” His thrusts became faster, more determined. “Show me how much you want me.”
Her head banged against the bricks behind her, her inner muscles milking him, her orgasm racing through her like he had the power to command her pleasure.
Hell, maybe he did.
One hand still clutching her ass, the other tangled in her hair, tugging gently until she turned slightly. His lips crashed into hers, and he began pumping with renewed vigor, mindless, uncontrolled, dragging a second orgasm out of her before he finally gave a shout as he stilled, warmth filling her.
They stayed like that for long, long moments, holding each other, their hearts hammering in sync. She didn’t want the mood to be shattered, but eventually, the cold started to seep into her bones. She needed to dress. They needed to return to the hotel room in case Alaina woke. They needed to sleep, as they had a long drive tomorrow.
They needed to return to the real world.
ChapterSeven
Remy woke first. He was alone in the second bed in the hotel room, Mallory and Alaina sharing the one closest to the bathroom. They both looked so peaceful in sleep, and yet, he knew neither was.
Interestingly, he believed Alaina would be okay, eventually.
Mallory, he wasn’t sure what to believe.
Last night had been no less fantastic than the first time they’d been together. His bear had demanded he claim her as his mate.She’s it for us, the bear insisted in his head.
Yes, but he saw it in her eyes last night, the confusion wrapped around her need. She knew it was special when they coupled, but she wasn’t ready to accept what it truly meant.
And now that Deke was dead, Remy had no idea how to help her get to that point. Killing Deke for her was supposed to erase all the horrors from her past, like he was a hero slaying dragons for his queen.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. There wasn’t time to dwell. Deke’s body had most definitely been discovered by now. The pack leader, according to Mallory, would come after Alaina if only to save face with the pack. Even though it sounded as if no one would truly miss his brother.
They needed to get Alaina to her parents, where she would be safe.
And then they could figure out how to slay Mallory’s dragons so they could be together.
