Page 33 of Love That Sass

“You scared the crap out of me, woman, fainting like that. Fuck, I’ve never been that scared,” he mumbled.

“Sorry,” she murmured, reaching out with shaky hands to touch him.

She was acting on instinct, and it was scary. She’d never touched a man like that, with long, slow strokes down his chest. She wanted to calm him, soothe him, but had no idea if it was right.

He sucked in a breath, then big, tall, too handsome Weylin just shuddered. He closed his fiery emerald eyes, giving her a reprieve from their intensity, and leaned into her touch.

Dammit if she didn’t miss the intensity of his stare almost immediately. Honestly, she loved being caught up in the emerald fire of his gaze. Then he pressed his forehead to hers in a gesture that felt like it meant something bigger than what it was, and her insides just melted.

What was happening? She should stop this, right? Pushing him away or slapping his face for presuming to touch her without permission, but her hands seemed frozen in place on his body, and wild horses couldn’t pull her away.

There is something different about this one. Wait and see. Give him a chance.

Gwen didn’t know what to do, or how to quiet the voice in her head she attributed to the naughty angel on her shoulder. So, she let go of all feigned control, and just let it happen.

Yeah, she had very little experience with men, and whatever she might have promised herself, it looked like her body had other ideas. Desires and needs were flaring to life. Secret hidden ones she hardly ever expected to feel at all.

It was scary and wonderful, and for once in her life, she felt like the heroine in one of those romance novels she loved. Weylin smelled so good. That woodsy scent she’d started associating with him alone seemed brighter now, stronger with him so close.

Weylin’s eyes seemed to glow in the dimly lit room, and for one moment, she swore she saw swirls of something else deep within the emerald depths. Like there was another consciousness present in his gaze, and this one watched her, too. The idea should have frightened her, but all it did was kindle her desire.

Gwendolyn shivered, her breasts flattened against his chest as he leaned down. She saw something outside. Just before she fainted. It was right there in her memory. Something impossible. Scary even.

Fur. Fangs. Claws.

The sounds of bones cracking and tendons snapping ringing in her ears.

Impossible.

It had to be a trick of the mind. Gwen’s breath caught as she tried to force the memory, but Weylin was leaning in closer, so much closer. His body felt good against hers. He was hot, hard, and heavy. She was hypnotized, confounded, and desperate for whatever came next.

Please, oh please, let there be more.

“Everyone keeps telling me to wait, to give you time. But I don’t think I can wait another minute,” he murmured in a voice so low she hardly heard him.

“For what?” she whispered her reply, holding her breath as anticipation reached a crescendo.

“This.”

Then he was kissing her, and Gwen could not think at all. Well, nothing except, oooh, was he good at this. So good. So much better than that first time.

“Gwen,” he moaned her name, angling her head as he deepened the kiss. “Christ, you're sweet.”

Lust glazed eyes blinked down at her, and she knew her own stare must have looked just as dreamy. Weylin smiled that slow panty-melting grin of his before capturing her mouth again. His tongue delved between her lips, and she moaned her response.

Hot boy. Sexy boy. Turning her head. Making her feel.

He ground his hips into hers and she felt him there, in that place she had neglected so long. Yearning built and built and built until she was moving with him.

He’s making a fool of you. Using you. That is what he’s doing—No! Shhh!

Gwen shushed that nasty little voice in her head and held on to the moment. To Weylin. To the man right in front of her. His eyes opened, the green was so bright they were neon and a shiver raced up her spine. He could see straight into her soul with those eyes. And he was, wasn’t he? Seeing all her secret needs and wants. All her hidden desires and fantasies.

Suddenly, her memory came plowing back into her brain like thunder and with her two hands on his chest, Gwendolyn pushed, forcing Weylin away from her. Fuck. She missed his heat, his scent, his strength. But no. This could not be. Horror, confusion, and dread filled her.

“What is it? Did I hurt you?” he asked, baffled.

In her mind’s eye, she saw the memory she’d tried to block out. Weylin naked, stopped over by the edge of the forest. His body bent, face contorted with pain as he broke apart.

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