Page 24 of Wolf Bound

“We’ll see.”

“You’re killing me, you know?”

“You should have dodged that bullet.”

“We wouldn’t be here now,” he said, sure of it. As much as he hated being shot and falling off the cliff, if he hadn’t done that, she wouldn’t be here acting as his caretaker.

Then she removed his shirt and with his good arm, he wrapped her in his embrace. “Thanks for all that you’re doing for me.”

She gave him a soft hug back. “I don’t want to hurt your bruised ribs.”

“They’re feeling better.”

She lifted his face to his, her gaze shifting to his lips, her tongue licking her lips as if getting ready to kiss him, and he pressed his mouth to hers. She felt glorious, warm, wet, and willing. He loved it. He knew with her nurturing him that he would heal in half the time a wolf shifter would take.

Their tongues explored each other, and he was so into her, his hand caressing her back, her eyes closed as she seemed to revel in the kiss as much as he was. They finally ended the kiss and man he wanted her in his bed now. He hadn’t ever known a she-wolf he wanted to get this involved with like he did with Kira. She was just everything he could ask for in a girlfriend. Though everything he said about joining the organization was true, his driving need to join the USF was to be with her, to aid her, to protect her, and to deepen their relationship.

“Off to bed with you now. The more rest you get, the faster you’ll be back to normal. And we can do more than this.” She gave him a brief kiss.

He groaned. He wanted more now. His shoulder was only hurting just a little bit. Then he climbed into bed, hurt his shoulder again, and really groaned, but in pain this time.

“See?” She covered him up. “I’ll be in bed in a little while. Don’t wait up for me. Sleep.”

Then she kissed his mouth again and he knew she was his. At least he sure hoped so.

He gave her his password for his Wi-Fi. She turned out the bedroom light and left the room. He didn’t think he could sleep, but before he knew it, he was out.

Ohmigod, Kira knew it was too early to have feelings like she did for Fisher, but he was such a good kisser. He was the kind of wolf she could envision being with forever. She told herself she really had to slow down, but then again, if he hadn’t been injured, she would have been going as far as they could without having out and out sex, since that would amount to a mating for life.

Before she got to work on her computer, she had to look over his house. Interior design had always fascinated her. Not that she wanted to work in the business, but she just loved seeing different floor plans and furnishings. Fisher had done a beautiful job decorating his house. He hadn’t expected to have a sleepover guest, yet his place was neat and clean, which really impressed her. She tended to be neat, but if someone just showed up at her place, she wasn’t sure it would be this clean!

She ran her hand over the velour couches sitting in a semi-circle, all a robin’s egg blue. The floor was tile, but a Turkish rug in blues, beiges, and tan covered part of the floor. Matching blue recliners sat on either side of the sectional and a round oak table rested in the middle. Pictures of the Colorado mountains and fields of flowers hung on the walls. And a large screen TV hung between bookshelves. She glanced at some of his books. Science fiction, fantasy. Some of the same books she liked.

Then she looked over the kitchen—open, airy, white cabinetry, big windows that looked out on several acres of trees. Really beautiful. She looked in some of the cabinets. He even had matching dishes and glassware, enough for twenty people. She figured he probably entertained his family here too. She checked the fridge. Full. Fruit, vegetables, a six-pack of beer, and everything he would need to eat normal meals. The freezer was packed with chicken, beef, and fish. Wow, she didn’t have half the food he did. But then with taking trips like this one and feeding only herself, she didn’t need as much.

She looked out on his back deck that was equipped for entertaining. A grill, seating for a dozen people, and woods surrounded the backyard too. Okay, she needed to get to work. She loved his large office. It also had large windows with a view that made it feel as though she was in the woods and not stuck in a closed-in space in a walled room.

She set up her computer and started searching police reports again. Still, nothing. She didn’t believe the men would think that any wolf shifters were after them. They probably were surprised that other wolf shifters had been in the area. But then she looked back at the earlier kidnappings she figured they had done and saw that they had waited about a week before they did it again. Shoot. So if they followed their old pattern, they would lay low for a few days before they tried to grab another kid. It could be that they took that time to stalk one instead of just grabbing one out of the blue. They seemed to be calculating and smart about it, which was the reason they hadn’t gotten caught yet. But they hadn’t planned for a bunch of shifters to be on their trail. Well, once she found their trail again.

She finally glanced at the clock and realized it was after midnight. She didn’t want to disturb Fisher’s sleep, but she was afraid if he woke in the middle of the night, he would come looking for her, so she decided to slip into bed with him as quietly as she could. She took a shower in the guest bathroom, then pulled on her wolf in sheep’s clothing pajamas and headed for his bedroom. He had a big king size bed, plenty of room for them to sleep together but they would still be apart so she wouldn’t hurt his shoulder. He was sound asleep, looking so sexy, a light stubble covering his peaceful face, his hair all messed up as if they had already had a wild night of sex, his brown comforter tossed aside, showing off his well-muscled torso that she wanted to snuggle against.

She sighed. She wished she could, but in due time if they were still on the same page by then they would, and she believed they would be. She carefully pulled aside the covers on her side of the bed and climbed onto the mattress trying not to disturb him. But as soon as she pulled the covers over herself, he turned, and she was afraid she’d woken him.

“I’m cold,” he said.

She smiled at him. “You tossed your covers aside. But I suspect you just want me to snuggle with you.”

“You’re supposed to be taking care of me.”

She chuckled. “Hurting your shoulder is not taking care of you.”

“This shoulder doesn’t hurt.”

“Alright, but if I hurt you, you tell me. Don’t suffer through it just so I can cuddle with you. We’ll have more time for this when you’re all healed up, I’m sure.”

She hoped they wouldn’t regret it and she moved closer to him, and he wrapped his good arm around her. His heart was beating hard. So was hers. And already their pheromones were saying—go for it!

“This is nice.” She rested her head on his chest.

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