Page 39 of Loup Garou

I slid my hand over his and yawned slightly. “I know, but I have got to pee.”

The laugh that came from him was deep and sexy. “You are so unaffected by being around famous people.”

“Oh, what? Famous people don’t pee?”

He chuckled and went to sit up.

“You aren’t coming with me. I, unlike you, can’t just whip it out and go. I’m not exactly sure how I’m going to pull this off but I know that I can’t wait much longer. Ah, man, I can’t not wash my hands. Forget it. I’ll hold it.”

“Lindsay, I can drive us to find a rest stop or something.”

Smiling, I touched his cheek. “Honey, you’re tired. I can feel it. Sleep. I’ll be fine.”

Something passed over his face and the dimly moonlit vehicle prevented me from fully soaking it all in. “Baby, I don’t mind.”

Baby?

It hit me then, I’d called him honey. I huffed. “I can’t believe I pet-named you. What the hell is that about?”

“You like me. Admit it.”

I nodded. “Fine. I like you. Happy now, Mr. Rock Star?”

A shiver moved over me as cool air seemed to settle in near me. Exavier reached for me. “Linds?”

“Hmm, you throw some serious heat off when you sleep. I move away from you and then I’m suddenly freezing.” I shivered again.

Exavier sat up as best he could in the tight space and pulled his T-shirt over his head. The lighting may have been dim but it was good enough for me. It also helped me get a look at his upper body. I drew in a sharp breath as my inner thighs tightened. He was chiseled perfection.

I bit my lower lip and willed myself not to reach out and touch him. It was hard but I managed.

“Here,” he said, pulling his T-shirt over my head and dressing me as if I were a child. It seemed to radiate heat, much the same way Exavier did. “I’ll find us a place to stay for the night. Somewhere with a bed, blankets and a bathroom.”

“Xavs, I don’t need your shirt. I’m—”

He pressed his finger to my lips. “You were cold. I’m hot. Works out well. I had an excuse to shed some clothes. I was going to roll a window down, but when you snuggled against me I felt the goose bumps on your arms.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you.”

He winked at me.

“This is nice. In case I forget to tell you that.”

His brow furrowed. “What? Lying in the back of my SUV? I get that you’ve no idea who I am or what my status is, but trust me when I say I could spring for nicer accommodations.”

Laughing, I shook my head. “No. This is nice. Being out in the country, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. It reminds me of camping. I used to make my father take me and my friend camping. My father hated every second of it. He’s not the outdoor type. Definitely more the lap-of-luxury kind of guy, but he did it because I liked to look at the stars and he wasn’t keen on letting me and a little boy camp out alone—regardless how much he liked the boy.”

Exavier propped his head up and lay lengthwise, watching me close. “What did you like most about it all?”

I laughed. “Well, I can tell you what I didn’t like. I didn’t like it when a snake wandered into my sleeping bag. I was so scared, I couldn’t even scream. I just lay there paralyzed with fear. Xavs crawled over my father, who was out cold, reached into my sleeping bag and grabbed the snake like it was nothing. I have no clue how he knew it was there or that I was terrified. He just did. He took it away from the tent and then came back in, worried I was still scared.”

I shuddered at the thought of snakes and the demon we’d encountered earlier. “I still hate snakes. You know, most little boys would have laughed and probably chased me around with them. Not him. He even got rid of his pet one because he knew it scared me. That was sweet.”

I rubbed my inner arms where the snakes from the demon had bitten me, and shivered. “Eww, I hated the bug and snake part of camping. I’m very glad nothing creepy can get in here with us now.”

“You never outgrew that fear, did you?”

I shook my head. “No. I did try to get used to them because he seemed to like them so much, but I couldn’t.” I smiled down at him. “Want to know what I liked most about camping?”

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