Page 109 of Moonlight & Mayhem

“My bedside manner is excellent,” she countered.

He didn’t stop blazing a trail of kisses down her neck. “Your patients are terrified of you,” he teased.

“They listen to me,” she insisted.

“Because they're terrified.” Moon smacked his chest, and Mayhem grinned as he peppered the other side of her neck with kisses.

“I love your wolf.” Her smile softened. “I love that you argue with me.”

“You definitely have issues,” she grumbled.

“Probably.” He stopped kissing her and looked up into her eyes as he brushed his thumb over her cheek. “And I love that you saved me.”

Moon shook her head. “We saved each other.”

“Yeah.” His forehead rested against hers. “We did.” Moon closed her eyes. For once, she didn't see Black Hollow; she didn't see death, and didn't see blood or wolves or futures that might never happen. She saw nothing except Mayhem’s face smiling back at her. It was peaceful.

“I don't want a vision right now,” she whispered.

Mayhem's arms tightened around her. “Then don't look for one.”

Moon opened her eyes. “I don't know how to turn them off.”

“Then look at me.” She did. “See anything?” he asked.

Moon smiled. “An irritating man.”

“A handsome man,” he argued.

“That’s debatable,” she chided. Mayhem laughed, and Moon kissed him again. This one lasted longer. His hands moved along her back, drawing her closer until there wasn't room between them, and Moon felt Mayhem's wolf. It wasn’t words exactly, but emotions. She could feel his devotion, protection, want, and underneath everything else—his patience. He would wait for her—tonight, tomorrow, or even forever, if she asked him to. Moon understood then that this was the final piece she'd needed.

She stepped back and Mayhem let her. His eyes searched her face as Moon reached for the hem of her shirt. His hand caught hers. “Moonlight.”

She looked at him. “You don't have to keep asking if this is what I want.” She smiled. “I want this.” His jaw tightened. “I want you, Mayhem.”

He stopped, and Moon stepped close enough that her lips nearly touched his. “I want you,” she said again. His breathing changed. “I want tonight.” She kissed the corner of his mouth. “I want tomorrow.” Another kiss. “And the day after that.” Mayhem's hands tightened at her waist. Moon whispered, “I want however many years we get.”

His eyes flashed gold. “That's a lot of years.”

“It better be,” she whispered. Moon kissed him, and this time, Mayhem stopped holding back. He lifted her against him and Moon laughed against his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Mayhem,” she whispered. He hummed against her lips, and she couldn’t stop her smile. “Where are you taking me?” she asked.

“The exam table?” he asked. He glanced toward it, and she shook her head.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not?” he asked.

“I work there,” she insisted.

“Fair enough,” he said. Moon laughed again when he carried her toward the small private room attached to the clinic. She'd slept there during long nights of caring for her patients, but not tonight. Tonight wasn't about work. It wasn't about being Dark Chaos's doctor or the Silver Healer. It wasn't even about being Mayhem's mate. Tonight she was simply Moon—a woman who loved a man and wanted him.

Mayhem set her on her feet beside the bed and then stopped. Moon shook her head at him. “You're thinking too much.”

“That's usually your job,” he said.

“Mayhem,” she breathed.