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She reached out and cupped his face, making him look at her. “Did I offend you with the massive hands comment? I didn’t mean to upset you. I love big, man hands.”
He turned his face to press his lips to her fingers. “No offense, lass. I let my mind wander to things these hands have done.”
“As a soldier, you mean?”
He nodded then leaned down to kiss a trail from her stomach up between her breasts and along her throat. “I’d rather not talk about that if you don’t mind.”
“No problem.” Though her heart cracked a little as she wondered what horrors he’d seen. How long had he been on active duty? Had he killed? Had he watched fellow soldiers die? Was he plagued by nightmares? “I’m going to try to put your mind on better things.”
At that, he smiled. “Much appreciated.”
She nudged his shoulder until he was on his back and she was atop him. Settling her legs on either side of his waist, she wiggled slightly, eliciting another growl from him. The light caught his eyes again, but she didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable so she didn’t mention it. Instead she leaned down, letting her breasts press against his bare chest.
His arms came around her back and he held her for a quiet moment. The gesture was so sweet and unexpected that it caught her off guard. Did he maybe need to be held? Perhaps no one had held him since he’d returned from active duty.
Well, now her throat was tight. Who wouldn’t want to welcome back a hero like Reardon?
Brandy caught his mouth with hers and coaxed him into a deep kiss. One that stoked a fire inside her, sent flames licking to her extremities, made her feel as if lava was bubbling in her core, struggling to break free.
Reardon’s hands found their way into her hair, his fingers scraping against her skull in a most pleasing way. His body was hard beneath hers, yet fit her contours perfectly. His beard scraped along her flesh as he rolled her to her back and skated his lips over all her parts. When his mouth closed over her breast, she nearly howled.
Good God, I’ve been alone too long.
Seriously. She’d been so focused on the sanctuary and raising Dylan that she’d forgotten about the physical pleasures life had to offer. She didn’t regret the time or effort she’d spent on the wolves or her son, but holy shit, she’d denied herself.
That ended tonight.
****
Reardon had so many things he wanted to say to Brandy as he caressed her magnificent body. He wanted to tell her what an amazing mother she was to Dylan, but in her mind, he’d only spent one night with them. He shouldn’t know she was an amazing mother. He wanted to tell her the wolves at the sanctuary considered her part of their pack, but in her mind, he hadn’t met any of the wolves yet. He shouldn’t know about her pack status. He wanted to tell her thank you for the expert care she and Parker had given to him when his leg had been mangled by that trap, but in her mind, that broken leg belonged to a big, black wolf they’d named Alator. He shouldn’t know how much that trap had hurt or how wonderful she’d been to nurse him back to health.
Frustrating. Being both a man and a wolf had never been ideal, but right now, it was keeping him from truly giving all of himself to this beautiful fairy lass.
Enjoy what you can.He was lucky enough to have been invited to dinner. He was beyond lucky to be naked in her bedroom right now. He could put aside the secrets he kept and indulge in what Brandy offered. This one night could be enough.
“Reardon…”
The sound of his name from her lips made his wolf fight to get to the surface. Who was he kidding? One night with Brandy would never be enough.
“Aye, lass?” He propped himself up on one arm to look at her.
“I can’t wait another moment. Please.” She ran her hands up his arms, over his shoulders, hooked them on the back of his neck, and pulled him down so his lips were mere centimeters away from hers. “I need you. Now.” Her raspy whisper made his incisors lengthen in his mouth, and he had to mentally talk himself back to fully human.
She wiggled out from underneath him, and he was about to protest. He didn’t want her to get away from him. His wolf had spotted prey, deliciously sexy prey, and he couldn’t go without having the deepest taste he could get.
His eyes tracked her as she opened a drawer on a table beside the bed. She pulled a small packet out of the drawer and tore it open to reveal something roundish.
“I’m on birth control,” she said, “but I like the extra protection. Do you mind?”
He shook his head, not entirely sure what she was talking about.Birth control? Extra protection?
When she placed the item against the tip of his arousal and rolled a thin material over his length, he understood. She didn’t wish him to impregnate her. He didn’t wish that either. A banished Celtic werewolf warrior had no business creating offspring in this time, in this place where he didn’t belong. If he did, Flidae would not approve. No telling what she would do as punishment.
A ripple traveled along Reardon’s spine.
Brandy took her lovely hands off his arousal and met his gaze. “Everything okay?”
“It will be. Soon.”
