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“I don’t think anyone should be alone,” Gina said. “What if the smoke comes?”

“If the smoke comes, girl, there ain’t nothin’ anyone’s gonna be able to do about it.”

He was right. Still—

“I’ll stay,” Jase muttered. “Just—” His gaze flicked first to Gina, then to Matt, and his eyes went cool and hard. “Go.”

Matt understood the underlying text. Jase wanted him to go directly outside and walk straight into the jaws of the undeath waiting in the yard.

Right back atcha, pal, Matt thought.

“I’ll come down in a few hours and spell you,

” Matt said, then left the room before anyone could argue.

Jase hadn’t slept, and even though Matt didn’t want to do the guy any favors, he didn’t think an exhausted watchman was any kind of watchman. Matt also agreed that no one should be alone.

Earlier, Gina had coaxed Melda to rest in Fanny’s room off the kitchen, which still sported twin beds from when Jase had lived with her there as a child. So the two women would pass the night together.

The Gordons had gone to their room at least an hour ago, though neither one of them had appeared tired. Nevertheless, staring at werewolves got old fast, especially when you were used to them attacking you with a sword.

Matt stopped at Gina’s door to say good night, but she surprised him by clasping his hand and drawing him inside.

“I should—” He turned, and she slammed the door, spun the lock.

“Yes.” She put her arms around his neck. “You definitely should.”

“Gina, I was going to—”

She lifted a brow. “We aren’t supposed to be alone, remember?” She pressed her body to his. “Everyone’s paired up. You’re the only one left to be my—” She leaned closer and licked his earlobe before whispering, “Buddy.”

He’d planned to catch a few hours of sleep before going back downstairs—hadn’t he just decided that an exhausted watchman was a useless watchman?—but the instant she touched him …

Matt was done for.

CHAPTER 23

They needed to sleep—now before someone started to scream.

But Gina also needed Teo. How could she sleep without feeling his arms around her, without experiencing again the slide of his skin against hers?

She drew his mouth slowly downward until their lips brushed together. Just a hint, a wisp of a touch, before she flicked out her tongue and tasted.

His breath caught, the movement rubbing his chest against her breasts. The slight friction made her deepen the kiss welcoming him within.

Somehow her hands had gone beneath his shirt, her thumbs stroking his back, along his hips, and then across his belly, chasing the flutters of muscles beneath skin. She wanted to feel those flutters with her lips, trace them with her tongue.

So she did.

She tugged up his shirt as she slid to the floor, leaving a damp trail across his belly as she went. He got the message, tossing the garment aside, leaving plenty of skin for her to taste.

Her teeth grazed the spike of his hip; she ran her tongue just below his waistband. “Gina,” he groaned.

“Shh,” she whispered, and licked his tip.

He cursed, reaching down and yanking her up by the elbows, devouring her mouth, her neck, her breasts through the cotton of her shirt. The added friction of the cloth between his mouth and her flesh caused her to arch against him, pressing their lower bodies together.

Once again, any hopes they might have had about going slow disappeared as fast as the rest of their clothes. They fell onto the bed; Gina landed on top, mouth searching, hands seeking.

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