Page 48 of Triumph of the Wolf
I was surprised the phone was ringing. Whenever I’d tried to call from my mother’s cabin, the signal hadn’t been strong enough.
“A gentleman would retrieve the phone for me,” I added.
“Agentlemanhas been busy satisfying your every physical need and ensuring you remain warm.”
“Is that what your hand is doing on my boob?”
“Most certainly. You’ve tender and sensitive flesh there. You wouldn’t want it to catch a chill.”
“It’s funny how often your hand finds its way to that spot.”
“It would be pleased to explore other spots if you wish.” Duncan kissed the back of my neck while his hand trailed lower, his fingers creating tingles of pleasure. “I knew being with you would be amazing—hot—but if I’d knownhowhot, I would have been more persistent and dedicated with my flirting.”
“Your glowing forehead was more the problem than your flirting. And then you were dying. That was a bit of a buzzkill.”
“So the flirting was good?”
“You’re good.”
“Yes.” He smiled lazily, hands expertly stroking me.
I knew I should be responsible and get up and find my phone, but a tremble went through me, and I rolled over and flung a leg across Duncan. His lips were right there, waiting for mine, and we met in a kiss as his fingers did what he’d promised, exploring other spots and making me forget all about responsibilities. Our passionate eagerness overflowed, as if we’d both waited far too long and now, finally having this time together, couldn’t stop hungrily touching and rubbing, insatiable despite the intense satisfaction we’d found with our earlier joining.
Full darkness had fallen by the time we parted, hunger playing more of a role in the decision than a desire to check voicemail. Duncan climbed over the log, my night vision good enough to see his bare butt, and hunted around for my phone. I sat up, intending to help, though I did enjoy watching him. Even on his hands and knees, he managed to look agile and powerful—and appealing.
He retrieved my belongings, including the medallions, and stacked everything on the log in front of me.
“Thank you, Duncan. I think I said it before, but you’re wonderful.”
“Whether for ravaging enemy vehicles or retrieving a phone, a man can’t hear that often enough.”
“I should have invited you to my bedroom weeks ago.”
“I’ve been telling youthatsince we met.”
“Since we met? You were just trying to swipe the case then.”
“That doesn’t mean I didn’t want an invitation to your bedroom. You might not have noticed, since I’m such a subtle fellow, but I’ve been rather into you since I saw you carrying that loo across the parking lot.”
“I had no idea that was so arousing.”
“A man likes a strong lady.”
“Hence why women carrying toilets feature so often in pornos.”
“I’m sure I wouldn’t knowanythingabout what’s featured in those.”
“Naturally not. You being so wholesome.”
“Indeed.” He leaned across the log and kissed me.
A car drove past, someone with the aura of a werewolf driving, and we drew apart. Was that Emilio’s brother I sensed?
Whoever it was looked toward the pond, probably also sensing us. I grabbed my stuff and knelt back behind a shrub.
Fortunately, the driver didn’t slow down. If anything, he sped up, in a hurry about something. I had a feeling Mom was about to learn that we were in the area.
The phone rang again, reminding me that I’d wanted to check it, not spend the whole day and night by the frog pond with Duncan. It was a local number but not a contact I had programmed in, and I might have ignored it, but it was the same person who’d called before, and three new voicemail messages suggested that some of those calls hadn’t gotten through.
