"The next time you feel the need to stab someone who has welcomed themselves into your car uninvited, may I suggest here?" He took my hand and put it on his left pec.
I pretended not to notice how firm it was. He moved my hand to the left, under his arm. "The armpit has an artery that will bleed a human out in a matter of minutes. In all the movies, they go for the throat, but it’s a much harder target."
How was this sexy? He was telling me how to kill someone quickly and my hand was in his armpit. Somehow, my breath caught in my throat. He was warm and smelled like an exotic spice. He leaned in closer, and my heart tried to pound out of my chest and up my throat.
"You can practice on me if you like," he whispered. "Any time."
I giggled, but as Reynard moved closer, he pulled my hand closer to his heart and with his other hand cupped my face. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.
My eyes widened and I was pretty sure I was melting into a puddle. I moved my other hand up his chest to his neck and pressed myself closer to him. I kissed him back with all the passion I had.
When we finally broke apart, I looked up at him, my heart still racing. "Well, that wasn't so bad." I grinned. "I think I might be able to handle going out with you again."
Reynard smiled and said, "Glad to hear it. Let's go, then."
With a chuckle, I motioned out at the dark sky. "Now?"
He shrugged as a rumble of thunder spread across the night sky with an accompanying lightning burst brightening the sky. "Looks like we're in for a storm. We could go somewhere and watch it unfold."
"I like the sound of that," I said with a smile. Yet, as he leaned closer again, I didn't turn on the car yet. Instead, I leaned in, pressing my lips to his again.
This time, his arm wrapped around my waist and his hand moved up my back in a slow stroke. I was lost in the moment and didn't want it to end. The storm broke quickly around us as our lips danced together and we kept pressing closer and closer. Rain pounded the car, and I was sure I'd never forget this moment. The sound of thunder and rain, and Reynard's hands on my body. Nothing could compare. The weather made it feel like my own personal fireworks show as if the universe approved of Reynard and me necking like teenagers in their parents' car. The thunder rumbled as loud as I'd ever heard it, though being in a car instead of snug in a house probably had something to do with it.
When we finally pulled away, I sighed and rubbed my lips, turned on beyond belief. A slow clap from the backseat made the desire and glow flee like it'd been burned up by the lightning. I whirled around to find Carissa clapping and smirking. "What a show," she said.
If she'd been closer, I would've happily stabbed her in the shoulder. "How long have you been there?"
"Just since the rain started." She looked at Reynard and said something, but I spoke over her.
"How did you get in here?" I wasn't cool with people just appearing in my damn car.
She shrugged. "I'm a shifter. I have ways." Her attention moved toward Reynard again. "Hey, boss—"
"No," I said firmly. "You'll talk to me, it's my car. How did you get in?"
With a sigh, Carissa leveled me with a gaze. "I literally just ran up before the rain started. I tried the back door during one of the thunder rolls and found it unlocked. I slipped in and waited as long as I could stand it, watching you two salivate all over each other. I figured one of you would notice me, but neither did."
I looked over at Reynard with narrowed eyes. "You didn't?"
He had the decency to look abashed. "I guess I was a bit distracted. I knew she was there, but she’s not a threat, and I was a bit too focused on your lips to stop."
"A bit?" Carissa asked. "More like completely preoccupied."
"Ew." I pointed in his face. "Never again. I don't like an audience."
Reynard saluted me without hesitation. "Yes, ma'am."
Carissa cleared her throat. "May I please tell you what I'm here for?"
I looked at her and sighed. "Go ahead."
She paused for a second as if she was gathering her patience. "Shortly before I found you here dealing with inappropriate personal matters, two werewolves have been kidnapped by would-be lovers and their chosen mates are tearing through town searching for them. We may be pulled out of obscurity without ever meaning to be. We need to deal with it. Now."
As far as excuses for interruptions went, it was a solid one, I had to admit.
8
CATHY
