might have seen flashes of her body before but this
was so very different. Her long, sexy legs stretched out in
front of her lean, lithe and bronzed body. Despite the winter
and her natural y darker coloring, she looked as if her entire
body had been recently sun kissed.
As his eyes tracked over her entire body, trying to
memorize every inch, he frowned at the web-like scar on
her upper chest. It was situated between her right shoulder
and breast. For a shifter to scar that way the wound had to
be… He blinked once as realization dawned on him. “Were
you shot with silver?”
Her dark eyes flickered shut once before meeting his
gaze. Leaning forward, she reached for the button of his
jeans and it hit him that she planned to ignore his question.
Stil ing her, he encircled her wrists, forcing her to look at
him again. Annoyance flitted across her features.
“What happened?” he demanded again.
“Yes, I was shot with silver,” she final y muttered, her jaw
clenched tight.
She tried to pul her hands back but he wouldn’t let her. A
dark, territorial anger streaked through him. “By who?”
“I can’t tel you.”
“Can’t?”
A quick shake of her head. “It’s…classified.”
He narrowed his gaze on her face but it was a mask.
Owen knew that after she’d graduated col ege she’d gone
to work for the government. He’d tried to glean bits of
information about her over the years, but it had been
scarce. Years ago he’d even cal ed in a favor to a friend
who worked for the state department to run a check on her
but his friend had come up with nothing. Or at least that’s
what he’d told Owen. Now he wondered if that was even
true. “Who do you work for?”
She bit her bottom lip for a long moment then shook her
head, her expression apologetic. “I can’t tel you.”
Fine. He could live with that for now. “Is whoever shot you
dead?” It made him crazy that anyone would harm her like
that.
Gabriela nodded as she whispered, “Yes.”
This conversation wasn’t over, but he didn’t want to dwel
on whatever job she had that obviously put her in danger.
He wanted to savor her. Talking could come later. “Good,”
he growled before slowly covering her mouth with his. He
gave her plenty of time to back away, to tel him to stop.
She didn’t. Her hands slid up his chest, stroking so softly
against him until he moaned from the sheer pleasure of
having her touching his body. When her fingers dug into his
skin he began nibbling his way down to her jaw.
Stretched out beneath him, Gabriela shuddered when he
nipped her ear. Pul ing lightly, he tugged on the sensitive
lobe. When he pressed his teeth down, she arched her
back, rubbing her breasts against his chest and it was
almost an overload to his senses.
The feel of having those rock-hard nipples brushing his
body sent a wave of heat spiraling through him. His
fantasies of her over the years had never dimmed. No
matter how hard he tried to forget about her.
Having her underneath him like this now was better than
anything he could imagine. Reaching between them, he slid
his hand down her stomach until he cupped her mound.
Even with the lacy scrap of material covering her, he could
feel her scorching heat.
As he pushed her panties to the side and slid a finger
into her tight wet heat, he continued blazing a path of kisses
down the column of her neck. Her fingers threaded through
his hair as she gripped onto his head. She kept letting out
soft moans that were driving him crazy.
When he reached one of her breasts, he hovered there
for a moment, drinking her in. Her areola was light brown,
almost blending with her tanned skin.
Before taking her nipple in his mouth he gently rubbed a
thumb over it, watching as it hardened even more. Her inner
wal s tightened around the finger he had buried inside her.
“I’ve thought about you a lot over the years. Fantasized
about doing this,” he breathed against