Damn Fara for injuring him .
She didn’t mean that. Fara had brought him into her life, and she would be eternally grateful.
“Want to come join me?” he asked, his voice rough as he woke up.
The light had dimmed in the room and she hadn’t known he was watching her. The rest of her body became acutely aware of him in a way she couldn’t explain. He was like a homing beacon, calling her to him.
“I was going to go and fix something to eat,” she said, her voice wobbling.
“I think I can see what I’d like for dinner,” he said, raising his head and looking at her in such a way her insides turned to liquid fire. If his eyes had that effect on her, what would his hands … and his mouth do?
“I’m not sure if I have what you want,” she said, swallowing her panic. She was drawn to him, but he scared her. His wolf simmered under the surface as he sat up, his shoulder not appearing to bother him so much now.
“You have exactly what I want, Kira. You know that.” He slid his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, closing the space between them in two steps. She wanted to run, but her feet stayed where they were. Because she wanted him more.
“What about your shoulder?” she asked, a shiver of desire passing through her when he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.
“I think you are the perfect medicine.”
She was going to laugh at his corny line, but when his lips touched hers, moving against them, she couldn’t talk. He consumed her. Their kiss deepened and she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back, while he moved his body against hers.
Kira wanted to rip his clothes off, to show him how much she wanted him. He was her mate, her man, and she wanted him to be her lover.
Cole moved his hand to cover her breast, brushing his thumb against the hardened bud of her nipple. Kira pressed herself closer, wanting more. His tongue slipped between her lips and she parted them for him, meeting him with her own tongue, wanting to be his equal in all things.
Somehow, they moved back towards the bed. Cole sat her down, holding her hand as her bottom touched the covers, looking at her from head to toe and sighing with pleasure. “You are so beautiful, Kira. I want to see you naked, and then I want to touch, kiss, every part of your body.”
Yes, please . But the words were stuck in her throat, strangled by her own desire.
He came towards her, trying to undo the buttons of her shirt, but his shoulder bothered him, so she helped him. Stripping in front of a man would have been her worst kind of hell before she met Cole—now she was just eager to be naked, skin against skin with him. Her fingers moved with a certainty, undoing one button after another until she stood with only her bra covering her breasts. She cringed inwardly, her lingerie not exactly sexy, but then she hadn’t dressed this morning knowing how the day would end. Never would she have guessed she would be here in her bedroom with a man.
As if to prove he was real, Cole reached out, trailing his fingers along the swell of her breast, and then letting them slide lightly across the fabric of her bra, pausing to pinch her nipple until she groaned against him. Lowering his head, he grazed his teeth across the taut bud, making the heat between her legs intensify.
Squeezing her thighs together, she tried to relieve some of the tension in her body. “Want me to help you with that?” he asked and dropped to his knees. Reaching for her button, he undid her pants and then said, “You might have to help me with these.”
Standing up, she obediently pushed her pants down over her thighs, letting them slip to the floor, and then carefully stepped out of them.
“And these,” he said, hooking his finger around the elastic of her equally non-sexy panties.
Knees trembling, she pushed them down, watching his eyes, which were transfixed on the place where her legs joined, and her need ached to be released.
Cole leaned forward, his