I turn onto my side to find him watching me, those teal eyes enough to seduce any woman, especially one who can’t forget that kiss. That blood-stirring, knee-buckling kiss that had my nipples pressing so hard against my shirt I was sure he’d feel them against his chest.
Maybe if I had leaned in against him, pressed my lower half against him…
“Can’t sleep. It’s cold up here. No shifter to warm me.”
“Is that an invitation, darlin’?”
“Do you really need to be invited to your own bed, Garrett?”
“Don’t ask me to answer that.”
That subtle growl beneath his words, the one he’s trying to hide, does things to me… everywhere.
“We could share. Like we did in that hunting cabin.”
“That was by necessity. Starting a fire would have signaled our position.”
“Are you saying I should join you by the fire?”
Silence.
I sigh. “You’re still in love with her, aren’t you?”
“Who? Marla?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think I ever loved her. We’d been friends a long time. Her loss hit me hard. It was so… senseless.”
“All death is senseless.”
The light from the fire dances over the broad expanse of his back, drawing my eyes to every ridge and valley as he turns onto his side. Although I enjoy the view, I wish he’d face me.
“Is it the kiss, then?” I push, because I’m a fool who can’t let this go. I’m falling for the shifter… Hell, I think I’ve already fallen.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” he says.
“Why not?”
“You ask a lot of questions, Angel. Go to sleep.”
“Easier said than done. It’s cold up here.”
“You’re not going to let it go, are you?”
“Nope.”
A delicious shiver travels down my torso as Garrett rises from the floor and stretches, those enormous chest muscles on full display in the firelight. I don’t dare look down at his lower half, even though he’s wearing sleep pants.
He grabs the three blankets and heads straight toward me. My wolf’s stirring inside, as is all of me. I’ve never been this nervous before, maybe because I’ve only been with Ronin and we never connected.
Maybe it’s the anticipation of being intimate with Garrett, but I’ve never yearned for a male’s touch like this before. I’m just about to lift the blankets to invite him into the bed, when he stops.
“Garrett?”
“Now you’ll be nice and warm.” He tosses the three blankets he’s carrying on top of me, then has the nerve to tuck them under the mattress, locking me in.
“I don’t understand.”
