Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
He laughed as if it was the most hilarious thing she could say. “I could remind you about the alpha male thing but that really doesn’t matter. Tell me you don’t want to sleep with me, and I will return you to your room.”
“When you say sleep with you, do you mean sleep or sex?”
“Both put you in my arms where you belong, where I want you, and I believe where you want to be.”
She sighed, unable to deny it. “Okay, you got me on that one.”
“Good, then there is no reason to debate it any further. You will sleep in my bed from now on.”
She yawned, too tired to argue any further and once he placed her on her feet, she hurried beneath the blankets while he shed his clothes and got into bed naked.
“Those pajamas and socks must come off,” he said.
She gripped her pajama top when he reached for it. “I get too cold. I need to keep them on.”
“My body will keep you warm.”
She shook her head. “Impossible. I sleep with extra blankets I get so cold in the winter.”
“Not anymore. My body produces more than sufficient heat to keep you comfortably warm. If after tonight, I don’t keep you warm enough, you can sleep in whatever clothes you want.”
Olivia was skeptical and worried about waking, shivering cold, during the night.
“Trust me, Olivia,” he urged. “I will not fail to keep you warm.”
“If you do…” She let her warning die on her lips as she released her grip on her top, and he helped her off with it.
“I won’t,” he assured her, helping her get out of her bottoms. “The socks.”
“My feet are cold.”
“I’ll warm them.”
“You’ll never warm them enough. My feet are always cold.”
“Not anymore,” he said and disappeared under the blankets to rid her of her socks.
His body slid with meticulous slowness over hers as he worked his way back up from beneath the blankets, nipping her body with his teeth playfully along the way. When he finally lay completely over her, he rolled off her, taking her with him. He tucked himself around her and she was surprised by the heat that settled over and through her. But she shouldn’t have been surprised. A wolf had no trouble surviving the cold.
And neither would a werewolf.
Try as she might to wrap her head around it, it was still difficult to believe, to accept, that she had sex with and now slept with a werewolf. She had to be completely out of her mind and yet she was finding it more and more plausible. So, when would she finally accept it as fact?
She knew the answer, but did not want to think about it. She did not want to see him change into a werewolf.
She woke with a moan of pleasure, Tiernan’s intimate touches doing the most delicious things to her and this time they didn’t linger. They joined quickly and fiercely and finished together in an explosive climax, then settled once again wrapped around each other in sleep.
Olivia slipped out of bed in the morning reluctantly, his satisfying and comfortable warmth threatening to keep her there. He’d been right. He had kept her more than comfortably warm. But she was eager for a shower, not that she minded his rugged scent that seemed to have seeped into her. Unfortunately, his intoxicating scent didn’t allow her to think clearly, and she needed a clear head if she was to solve whatever puzzling mystery would free her of worry and help her make sense of everything.
A chill gripped her by the time she reached her room, and she hurried to turn the shower on, hoping to get enough hot water to wash quickly. While the water warmed, she set a fire in the fireplace, where only a few embers burned, to heat the more than chilly room.
When she finally stepped into the shower the water was warm enough not to chill her, though she wished it was much hotter. She was washing her hair when she heard the floor in the bedroom creak with the strength of Tiernan’s steps.
He joined her in the shower without hesitation or an invitation.
Alpha male, she thought when his arms circled her waist.
“Use my shower from now on. The water is kept hotter there,” he said and kissed the back of her neck. Then he pushed her hands aside and began to scrub her hair.
His fingers massaged her head with a strength that had her inwardly sighing it felt so good, and she did not want it to end. But he made up for it when he lathered his hands with her soap and began to scrub her. Not wanting him to be left out, she did the same, pleased that she finally got to touch him all over.
It was obvious and inevitable that passion flared between them, and he soon had her braced against the wall, her legs wrapped around him and her arms around his neck as he pounded into her. She came so hard it left her weak-kneed, and he had to keep hold of her once he released her to stand or she would collapse.