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Danielle
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.
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