She sighs against my mouth, and my heart nearly gives out.
My mate.
I have imagined this kiss more times than I can count.
Never her face though.
And never her smile.
But I have imagined this feeling—and the reality?
It’s better than my imagination.
It’s like coming home.
When we finally part, I rest my forehead against hers.
Neither of us speaks for a long moment.
I could kiss her again.
I desperately want to.
Every instinct inside me is urging me closer.
Claim her.
Keep her.
Never let her out of my sight.
But she isn't a Werewolf.
She doesn't understand why my heart is beating like it wants to leap from my chest.
Why every cell in my body is celebrating.
To her, I'm just a biker she met less than an hour ago.
To me, she’s forever.
And I know it’s too fast for her.
Way too fast.
I'll frighten her if I tell her now.
My Wolf huffs in annoyance.
But he's right.
I was born to love this woman.
Now I have to earn the right.
I smile to myself.
Forty-two years of waiting, but I can be patient a little longer.
