Enchanted by Nora Roberts Read Free Book Online

Even slept on the bed. She could remember exactly the feel of his fur, the scent of rain and wild on it, the expressions in his eyes and the warmth, the simple comfort, when he’d laid his head on her lap.
    However … unusual the evening, it had happened. However odd her own actions, letting him in, petting him, she had done so.
    And if she’d had a brain cell in her head, she’d have thought to grab her camera and take a few pictures of him.
    To prove what? To show to whom? The wolf, she realized, was her personal and private joy. She didn’t want to share him.
    She went back upstairs, back to the shower, wondering how long it would be before he came back.
    She caught herself singing and grinned. She couldn’t remember ever waking up happier or with more energy. And wasn’t that part of the plan? she thought as she lifted her face to the spray and let the hot water stream. To find out just what made her happy. If it happened to be spending a stormy night with a wolf, so what?
    “Try to explain that one, Rowan.” Laughing at herself, she toweled off. Humming, she started to wipe the steam from the bathroom mirror, then paused, staring at her own misty reflection.
    Did she look different? she wondered, leaning closer to study her face, the glow of her skin, the sleek sheen of wet hair and most of all the light in her eyes.
    What had put that there? She lifted her hand, running her fingers curiously along the ridge of her cheekbones just under her eyes.
    Dreams. And her fingers trembled lightly as she dropped them. Hot and shivering dreams. Colors and shapes pulsing through her mind, through her body. So stunning, so … erotic. Hands on her breasts, but not. A mouth crushing down on hers but never really touching.
    Closing her eyes, she let the towel fall, skimmed her hands over her breasts, down, up again, trying to focus on where she had journeyed in sleep.
    The taste of male skin, the hot slide of it over her own. Needs rocketing through the mind to be met and met again until the beauty of it brought tears.
    She’d never experienced anything like that, not even in life. How could she find it in dreams?
    And why should she go to sleep with a wolf and dream of a man?
    Of Liam.
    She knew it had been Liam. She could all but feel the shape of his mouth on hers. But how could that be? she wondered, tracing a fingertip over her lips. How could she be so sure she knew just what it would be like to meet his mouth with hers?
    “Because you want to,” she murmured, opening her eyes to meet those in the mirror again. “Because you want him and you’ve never wanted anyone else like this. And, Rowan, you moron, you don’t have the slightestidea how to make it happen, except in dreams. So that’s where it happens for you. Psychology 101—real basic stuff.”
    Not certain if she should be amused or appalled at herself, she dressed, went down to brew her morning coffee. Snug in her sweater, she flung open the windows to the cool, fresh air left behind by the rain.
    She thought, without enthusiasm, about cereal or toast or yogurt. She had a yen for chocolate chip cookies, which was absurd at barely eight in the morning, so she told herself. Dutifully she opened the cupboard for cereal, then slammed it shut.
    If she wanted cookies, she would have them. And, with a grin on her face and a gleam in her eye, she began to drag out ingredients. She slopped flour, scattered sugar on the counter. And mixed with abandon. There was no one to see her lick dough from her fingers. No one to gently remind her that she should tidy up between each step of the process.
    She made an unholy mess.
    Dancing with impatience, she waited for the first batch to bake. “Come on, come on. I’ve got to have one.” The minute the buzzer went off, she grabbed the cookie sheet, dropped it on the top of the stove, then scooped up the first cookie with a spatula. She blew on it, slipped it off and tossed it from hand to hand. Still she burned her tongue on