SIX MONTHS (A Seven Series Novel)

I clamped my mouth shut and the energy in the room became electric.

 

Reno tilted my chin up and his sexy mouth stretched into a smile. “Did you just say what I think you did?”

 

“That I don’t want to be an immortal?” I said coyly.

 

His thumb stroked my jaw and insatiable desire bloomed throughout my body. “No. That last word you just said. Love.”

 

My lips had barely parted to conjure up a good argument when his mouth crushed against mine. It wasn’t rough and demanding, nor was it soft. Reno explored my mouth with his lips, working his way to my chin where he planted a soft peck. The feel of his bristly face and soft mouth became an argument that I couldn’t win.

 

“You want to say that again, princess?”

 

Oh, boy! Do you! my inner voice screamed excitedly.

 

I gave her the middle finger.

 

“No. I didn’t mean it that way, Reno.”

 

His warm hand slipped beneath my shirt and caressed my back. That was the moment my spine turned to jelly and I was all his.

 

“Sure didn’t sound that way.” He unzipped my black pants and they dropped to the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. The house wasn’t so quiet when it filled with the sounds of wet kisses, quickened breaths, and soft moans. Reno filled me with desire and I soaked him in like a sponge.

 

“They’ll be back soon,” I whispered. My heart raced like a greyhound on a track.

 

“They’ll be hours,” he promised through a kiss, stroking my tongue with his in slow, possessive motions. His thumbs hooked around the thin string of my panties on each hip and he pulled them down.

 

Reno’s body felt solid beneath my touch, like granite. I’d never felt a man so fit. I reached up and held on to his broad shoulders.

 

“Princess, that’s not where I want your hands.” His forehead tapped against the wall and his breath heated my ear. “Unbuckle my belt.”

 

A rush of exhilaration heightened my craving for more. It was his voice—the one I couldn’t resist. I stood before him fully exposed from the waist down, feeling even more desire than I had our first time.

 

I separated the leather from the latch and waited. I knew Reno liked to be in charge and part of that was giving detailed orders. I could have just unzipped his pants and continued with the obvious, but that would have taken away his illusion of control.

 

“Undo my pants,” he said in a raspy voice.

 

I stared at his shoulder, using my hands to feel my way to the button, and then I slowly dragged the zipper down. I knew how much he liked slow motions, so I took my time.

 

His breath felt like an Arizona wind against my neck. He shifted his head so that his lips were grazing along my earlobe. “Tell me what you want.”

 

Would he do anything I asked of him? I remembered our first night together, and yeah, he would.

 

“Shift.”

 

He jerked his neck back. “What?”

 

“Reno, your leg is bleeding and you’re in pain. If shifting heals you, I want you to shift.”

 

He stepped back, breathing unsteadily as if he’d run a marathon. “My wolf—”

 

“Won’t hurt me. We’re on good terms and I’m not afraid of him. Please, heal yourself.”

 

Something wild spun in his eyes and without a word, Reno shifted in a liquid movement of flesh to fur. Standing before me on a pile of clothes was that beautiful wolf with the dark mask on his face. He groaned deep in his throat and I rubbed his soft ears. “Oh, sweet boy.”

 

When he abruptly shifted back, Reno stood before me naked. I admired his impressive body, feeling a deep yearning to know every part of him. He brazenly reached down and slid his hand between my legs, working me over with skilled fingers. When I moaned, his actions were quick. Reno lifted my left leg and I felt the blunt press of him against my core, anchoring into position. He slipped inside me so fast I made a strangled moan in the back of my throat. I’d never imagined being taken by a man in such an uncompromising and primitive manner.

 

Reno lifted my other leg and held me against the wall, crashing into me like a violent collision as he went every bit as deep as he did hard. Something wild took hold—I’d never felt so much passion and became consumed by it.

 

“Look at me,” he said when my head fell back and my eyes closed. “April, look at me when I take you.”

 

A turbulent power rolled in his voice, and I wondered how he could sound so in control when his body felt anything but. I glanced down and as soon as our eyes met, something happened.

 

A connection formed that had nothing to do with sex. Feeling him deep inside me while we gazed at each other made it like nothing I’d ever experienced.

 

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