Her phone rang just as he unfastened her pants. “Ignore it,” he commanded, never ceasing his mouth’s ministrations. He pulled the fabric low on her hips, exposing her blue lace panties to his gaze. The phone continued its shrill calls until it finally fell silent. She lifted her hips, an invitation to pull her pants down further, just as the phone began its second round of obnoxious shrieks.
Norah lowered her hips. “I need to get that.”
“They’ll leave a message.” He tugged at her pants, but they wouldn’t budge with her butt against the floor.
“It will just be a second. It’s probably just Jessie checking in to make sure I’m okay.”
Reluctantly, Lukyan sat back to give her room to sit up. “Be fast,” he urged with a quick kiss.
With her arms across her chest, she moved quickly to the entry table where she had left her phone. “Hello.”
Lukyan’s hearing wasn’t as good as Cate’s which meant he couldn’t hear the voice on the other end of the call. He watched as his mate talked quickly and quietly to her caller. She was half dressed with her back turned to him. She had her arms crossed tightly over her breast. Lukyan liked her modesty. He also liked that she wouldn’t be modest for long, not with him, anyway. He would convince her to never cover herself in front of him. When they were alone he would insist that she open herself to his view.
She ended the call and slowly turned back to him. She didn’t need to say a word. The look on her face told him this night was over. “That was my friend, Jessie. She just wanted to call and check on me.”
Lukyan approached her slowly, cautiously. He didn’t know what Jessie had said, but he wanted to undo whatever the woman had done to end the spell Norah had been under not two minutes ago. Norah tightened her arms across her chest, unwittingly pushing her breast up higher.
“Turn your ringer on silent, Norah.” He said it like a command, but they both knew it was a request.
She stepped back. It was a small movement, but it spoke volumes. Yes, the friend had definitely said something to Norah about Lukyan. His wolf bristled and bared its teeth. “I think that maybe we should call it a night.” Her eyes didn’t meet his.
“Why? What did your friend say? Whatever it was, I can make it right, Norah. Don’t send me away.” Lukyan inched forward and again she stepped back. He was suddenly furious at Jessie for whatever she had done.
“Jessie didn’t say anything. I just think—” she stopped, struggling to find the words. “I just think that maybe we are going too fast. This isn’t like me. I need more time.” Finally, her eyes lifted to his and he could see the beginning of tears there.
“Please don’t cry, baby. Please just tell me what it is and I’ll make it better.”
“It’s nothing,” she softly replied. “It’s just too much, too soon. I need some space. We can see each other tomorrow.”
Lukyan’s wolf growled its rage. The beast would not go willingly. “What about if I don’t pressure you. Can I stay then? I just want to be near you, to hold you.”
She shook her head. “No, I think I need to be alone for a bit.”
Lukyan wanted to howl his frustration. “Tomorrow, though? I can see you then?”
She nibbled her lower lip. “Yes.”
“Then expect me tomorrow morning. I’ll give you this evening, but that’s it. After tonight, all bets are off.”
