You can click the link above to read the deleted scene (and an excerpt) from Ardeur, Abbey of Angels... or you can keep reading because... Here it is! Hope you enjoy.
Stretched out on their blanket, sun shining down through the canopy of leaves above them, Brody watched Ardeur. The smooth column of her throat worked as she swallowed the last of her bottled water. His body reacted instantly and he cursed himself for being a lecherous bastard. Relax, he thought. Down boy. Dating and stuff first.
Ardy shifted to lie down beside him and snuggled into his right side. She smiled up at him, “So, question for you.”
He grinned and asked, “Are we revisiting our twenty questions session from the other day?”
“Yes,” she laughed softly. “I want to know everything about you. We’ve missed a lot of time together, Brody.”
“I know. Okay. Go ahead,” he prompted. “Ask.”
She rested her right arm over his belly and squeezed gently. “What’s your favorite movie?”
Brody thought about it for a minute. He wanted to say American Werewolf in London but decided to go one better. “Van Helsing,” he replied instead. Before she could respond, he asked, “Yours?”
He tried to resist laughing out loud and knew he’d failed miserably when she poked his side and called bullshit. She tapped one slim, manicured fingertip on her chin as she thought.
“Oddly enough, Ghost.”
Holding in a groan, he glanced down at her. Well, duh, he thought. Of course.
“Okay. What’s your favorite color?” he asked while tracing her features with his mind.
With a grin, she pointed at her shirt. Low cut and revealing way more than he wanted anyone else but him to see of her, the vermillion material clung to every curve. His wolf growled appreciatively and Brody couldn’t agree more with it.
“Silly question, baby. Red, obviously.” She brought his left hand to her lips and nipped at his knuckles. “You? Oh, and what’s your favorite food?”
His favorite color? He didn’t really have one. As for favorite food—did she count? Brody shook away the thought. That way laid danger and things she wasn’t ready for yet.
“It’s a couple of colors, I guess. I like brown, black, blue and white.” Looking down at her again, he smiled devilishly. “As for food, now that’s a hard one,” he replied while acting like he had to think about it. “Hmm, I’d have to say tangerines.”
Purring gently in her ear, Brody smirked as the citrusy scent of her lust drifted to him. He watched her, enjoying the glazed look and obvious desire shinning in Ardy’s eyes.
“Damn,” she sighed. “Um, favorite thing of yours?”
Once again, his thoughts veered to her body and he chided himself. “Right now?” he asked and she nodded. “You. Your personality, your body… everything about you.” Sliding a hand up her thigh, he asked about her favorite season and thanked the gods for the sudden inspiration.
“Season?” She tucked her face into his neck and inhaled before replying, “Fall. The colors are pretty, and it smells like you do. Rich, earthy and home. You?”
Brody wrapped his right arm around her and held Ardeur against him. Gods, she fit him perfectly.
“Well, Goldie. You’re all summer, and it’s a tie now with winter.” He chuckled when she huffed and continued, “You see. When I was a pup and it would snow…” Brody grinned, remembering how fun it was to roll around in the snow and chase after the flakes as they fell from the sky. “Just, it was great.” Placing a kiss on her forehead, he asked, “Favorite place?”
She brought a hand up to caress his cheek and he stared back into her eyes, noting the light gray flecks in the dark, periwinkle blue. Her thumb brushed across his cheekbone and it took everything he had not to lean up and kiss her.
“Right here, wrapped up in you,” she replied. “The tub would come a distant second.” He blinked in surprise and she smiled. “It’s a great place to think. What’s yours?”
It used to be the pack, he thought, but it didn’t feel like home anymore. Here, with her in his arms. This was where he belonged.
“Right here,” he murmured against her lips. “With you.”
Ardy opened for him and he took possession of her mouth. She kissed him back with equal passion and he growled with approval. Rolling, he settled her beneath him on the blanket.
“Goldie,” he groaned with their lips a whisper apart. He slid his hands up her thighs, kissing his way down her neck as her fingers gripped his shoulders.
Brody didn’t realize how far things had progressed until Ardeur slid her hands beneath his shirt and tugged it up to bare his stomach. He pulled back, the glow from his eyes bathing her face in soft, golden hues. Sitting back on his heels between her denim clad thighs, Brody shook himself and scrubbed a hand over his face.
“Baby? What’s wrong?” Ardeur asked. “Why’d you stop?”
Embarrassed, he gave her a reassuring smile. “Sorry. I let myself get carried away. We agreed to go slow and—yeah. I can’t promise that I’ll be able to stop if we get down to skin on skin.”
She bit her lip and he groaned internally. Gods, that simple little gesture stirred his lust up again and it took every ounce of his willpower not to damn the consequences of kissing her once more.
“Okay,” she said, and smiled. “Favorite thing to do by yourself?”
Brody laughed, settled onto the blanket beside her and pulled Ardeur back against his side. More at peace with himself than he’d felt in ages, he brushed his lips over Ardy’s hair and answered her question. The greedy bastard in his pants wasn’t happy with the change in activity but, oh well—he’d deal with the discomfort until she was ready. Silently, he prayed it was soon.