Night Moves by Desiree Holt Page B

Brian,” she whispered. “Thank you for watching over me.”
    Immediately, the wolf rose, a burst of stars exploded before Regan’s eyes, and Brian stood before her in human form, in his very magnificent nakedness. His hair was dishevelled, a twenty-four hour growth of beard shadowed his jaw, and he looked so mouth-watering her pussy began to throb.
    “Hi, darlin’.”
    The deep, warm timbre of his voice made her feel as if her bones were melting.
    “Did I scare you?” he asked.
    “No.” She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. “And that shocks me as much as the knowledge that you’re…that you’re…”
    “A shifter?” he finished for her. “Sierra said you didn’t freak nearly as much as she expected you to.” He lifted the edge of the covers and slid into bed next to her.
    “I think it’s because she’s so calm about it.” Regan leaned on one elbow and ran her fingers over the thick pelt of curls on his chest. “One minute, I think I’ve gone crazy, and the next, I wonder why this whole business of shifting even disturbs me.” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip. “Is that why you’re so…? I mean…when we have sex…”
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    He cupped her cheek with his large, warm hand. “We make love, Regan. It’s a damn sight more than sex, and you need to admit that to yourself.”
    “But how can you tell in such a short time?”
    He ran his tongue over the lip she’d licked. “That’s one thing having the shifter gene does for you. When you find the person who’s your mate for life, your body let’s you know.
    There’s no mistake there. Trust me.”
    As usual, when he touched her, a sensual fog swirled around her brain, making it difficult if not impossible for her to think. With a supreme effort, she placed her hands on his chest and managed to get a little space between them.
    “I…I…I…” She let out a breath. “As impossible as it seems, I have to agree with you. It is what it is.”
    He let one hand roam up and down the indentations on her spine and caress the upper slope of her buttocks. “I know you have to get ready for work. I’m going to shower and go in with you, and run this show from my phone. But I have to be inside you first.” His voice had lowered even more. Thickened. “And I promise next time you’ll get the full treatment.”
    She wriggled in his grasp. “First, tell me about last night.”
    Brian sighed. “Okay. Sierra said your phone rang not once but twice, but no one said anything. She gave Luke the numbers from the caller ID, and he’ll trace them today.”
    Regan shivered. “I hate this.”
    He kissed her forehead. “I know you do, but we’re going to fix it. Anyway, about a half an hour after the second one, Luke spotted a figure in the woods creeping towards your house, but we couldn’t tell anything about who it was. Black clothes in a black night don’t give much information. Plus whoever it was drenched himself with some kind of bug repellent, killing any human scent.”
    “You think…” She shook her head. “No. There’s no way whoever it is could know about you being shifters and taking that kind of precaution.”
    “I agree. I think it might have been to fool any dogs that might be in the area. Or that you might have acquired as protection. Luke took off after whoever it was, but even in wolf form we couldn’t catch him. Or her. They just disappeared.”
    “Her?” Regan cocked an eyebrow. “You think this might be a woman?”
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    “I’m not ruling out anything. Whoever it was sure moves fast. Or had a quick escape hatch of some kind. Someone’s definitely after you, Regan. We’ll try again tonight. The guys are doing some more digging today, going through the information on the top suspects. You may need to create a secondary list for us, too, because I have a feeling we’re running out of time.”
    “I keep trying to think who would want to hurt me so