Savage Need (Temple of Luna, #2) by Moira Rogers Read Free Book Online Page B

them out the door for a spontaneous visit to a neighboring farm. His parting look said more clearly than words that Jarek had best get them both safely out of sight before the family returned.
    Jarek listened to the truck door slam and reached out to smooth a lock of Zahra's hair back into place. "You look a little wide-eyed."
    "I'm a little dizzy," she admitted with a laugh. "Your family is very...boisterous."
    "A diplomatic word." He rose and held out a hand to her. "Come on. If we don't escape now, we might not get a chance to."
    "Yes." She took his hand and came gracefully to her feet, then kept rising on her toes until her mouth touched his. "I had a lovely time. But I need you."
    He nipped her lower lip and felt possessive heat rise up inside him. Here on the farm there were no reminders of war, no reminders of anything . He'd been half afraid that the feel of her would bring back the terror of his trauma, but there was nothing but warm need and the urge to claim.
    So he lifted his hands to her shoulders and turned her to face the door. "There's an open stall in the barn. A place to leave your clothes when we change. And I know the perfect place to run..."
    Zahra took off through the back door like a shot. She ran across the back yard, laughing, her legs covering the distance to the barn in long strides. He could have overtaken her, could have caught her and tumbled her to the ground, but his wolf was already far too interested. Catching her now could mean giving his family an eyeful when they returned.
    So he checked his pace and stayed just behind her until they reached the barn. Then he dragged her through it to the very back, into the tiny room stacked with blankets and spare clothing.
    She was already unbuttoning her shirt, the dark silk falling away to reveal skimpy lace the same color as her skin. "I agonized over what to wear under my clothes," she whispered as she kicked off her shoes.
    "Good choice." His voice sounded low and rough, but he couldn't help it. He dragged his shirt over his head and tried to tear his gaze from the curve of her breasts, barely encased in fabric. "Damn. Really good choice."
    Zahra's gaze was soft and hot as she reached for her pants. "That's what I wanted to see. That look."
    He couldn't get his fingers to work. "The look that means I'm about to fulfill that fantasy of yours and fuck you against a wall?"
    She almost stumbled. "Yes." Her hands flew as she shuddered out of her underwear and reached for him. " Yes ."
    Jarek caught her hair in his hand, fisted his fingers in the silky, tangled mass and dragged her head back. "We're not in the Temple anymore," he whispered, no longer caring that need made his voice shake. "Did you like the way I took you, or were you just submitting to help me?"
    "I loved every second of it." She clutched his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin. "I love you."
    The words thrummed inside him. His beast howled. He crowded her back against the wall with two steps and coaxed her arms up until her hands brushed the wooden pegs positioned for hanging blankets. "Hold on."
    She wrapped her hands around two of the pegs, and her nipples tightened as she shivered. Jarek chuckled and dragged his fingers back down her arms as slowly as he could manage.
    He cupped her breasts first, teased his thumbs over her nipples and watched her rock her head against the wall and arch her back. "This is what I dreamt about," she whispered. "You told me you had dreams too."
    The old fantasies were hazy now, replaced with memories of the way she looked, wracked by orgasm. He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers as he pinched her nipples lightly. "You want to hear about my dreams?"
    Her sigh feathered over his lips. "Yes. Tell me."
    He dropped one hand, let it skim over the swell of her hip before sliding it between her legs. "Open for me, darling."
    She bit her lip and obeyed with a low moan. "You don't want to tell me?"
    "In good time." She was wet for him, and she arched