to watch as she chatted with his uncle. She was as easily charming with the gruff old bear-shifter as she was with everyone. Meanwhile his uncle, the randy old so and so, was flirting shamelessly. Even though he knew it was harmless, that Kris wouldn’t look twice at another man, much less his uncle, and that Marty in turn wouldn’t do anything across him, his possessive streak was a mile wide.
Wiping his hands on a cleaning rag, he threw it at the workbench by the door as he passed, emerging from the cool shade of the workshop out into the relentless mid-day heat. His uncle moved aside as he passed, an easy smile on the older guy’s lips that spread into a broad grin at the possessive movement as Kyle slid a hand around Kris’ waist to pull her against his side.
Taking a second, he buried his face into the curve of her neck and shoulder, amongst the riot of red curls and just breathed in her scent. Taking a lungful, he held it deep to pacify the wolf inside. Her perfume teased his senses, the expensive skin-warmed scent wrapping around him. Under it lay the lingering traces of the generic, store own-brand shower gel he’d been surprised to see in her wash bag. For saying she was a big Hollywood star who reputedly earned gazillions a film, her refusal to pay over the odds for something so mundane amused him.
But neither of those scents got to him in the same way the one underneath them did. The natural scent of her skin, of the woman herself, threaded through the two others, calling to him in a way they never could. Other women could use the same shower gel and buy the same perfume but the scent underneath was uniquely hers, and he’d know it anywhere. Be able to follow it and her anywhere.
He rumbled in pleasure as she wrapped her arms around him in return, turning them so he was leaning back against the warm metal wing of her car. He parted his thighs so that she could settle between them, letting her slender body rest against him and surrounding her protectively in his embrace.
Behind them Marty’s footsteps receded toward the workshop, the older man grumbling good-naturedly. “Damn kids these days, should get a fricken’ room!”
Kyle chuckled as he lifted his head to claim her lips, flicking his uncle a one-fingered salute behind her back. Then the old bear-shifter was forgotten as her lips parted under his. He groaned as he dipped his tongue into the honeyed sweetness of her mouth.
She was perfection itself, her responses open and honest as he thrust his tongue lazily into her. Anything he asked of her, she’d agreed to, submitting to his dominant nature with a sweet acceptance that got to him on so many levels, but with enough of a kick in her gallop to keep him on his toes. A challenge wrapped in sexiness, and one he knew he’d never tire of.
Spearing his hand into her short, red curls to angle her head just right as he deepened the kiss, he allowed his mind to wander. Allowed himself to think about a future with her, what settling down and having kids with her would be like… How she’d look when they were both silver-haired with age and couldn’t imagine his desire for her ever fading, even in their twilight years. And for the first time he allowed himself to think that they could have a future together. She’d been here two weeks already, and she hadn’t mentioned going back to the bright lights of Hollywood.
The sound of engines approaching didn’t made him lift his head from worshipping her lips, nor did them stopping on the road next to Kris’s car. But then the sound of a camera shutter broke through the sensual haze of the moment and the slender woman in his arms froze.
“Krystal! Krystal! How are you enjoying your break?”
* * *
The instant she heard the continuous shutter, a sound so familiar to her but so totally out of place here, Kristen froze. For a second she thought that she’d imagined it, although why she would conjure up something to ruin such a perfect moment with
Wiping his hands on a cleaning rag, he threw it at the workbench by the door as he passed, emerging from the cool shade of the workshop out into the relentless mid-day heat. His uncle moved aside as he passed, an easy smile on the older guy’s lips that spread into a broad grin at the possessive movement as Kyle slid a hand around Kris’ waist to pull her against his side.
Taking a second, he buried his face into the curve of her neck and shoulder, amongst the riot of red curls and just breathed in her scent. Taking a lungful, he held it deep to pacify the wolf inside. Her perfume teased his senses, the expensive skin-warmed scent wrapping around him. Under it lay the lingering traces of the generic, store own-brand shower gel he’d been surprised to see in her wash bag. For saying she was a big Hollywood star who reputedly earned gazillions a film, her refusal to pay over the odds for something so mundane amused him.
But neither of those scents got to him in the same way the one underneath them did. The natural scent of her skin, of the woman herself, threaded through the two others, calling to him in a way they never could. Other women could use the same shower gel and buy the same perfume but the scent underneath was uniquely hers, and he’d know it anywhere. Be able to follow it and her anywhere.
He rumbled in pleasure as she wrapped her arms around him in return, turning them so he was leaning back against the warm metal wing of her car. He parted his thighs so that she could settle between them, letting her slender body rest against him and surrounding her protectively in his embrace.
Behind them Marty’s footsteps receded toward the workshop, the older man grumbling good-naturedly. “Damn kids these days, should get a fricken’ room!”
Kyle chuckled as he lifted his head to claim her lips, flicking his uncle a one-fingered salute behind her back. Then the old bear-shifter was forgotten as her lips parted under his. He groaned as he dipped his tongue into the honeyed sweetness of her mouth.
She was perfection itself, her responses open and honest as he thrust his tongue lazily into her. Anything he asked of her, she’d agreed to, submitting to his dominant nature with a sweet acceptance that got to him on so many levels, but with enough of a kick in her gallop to keep him on his toes. A challenge wrapped in sexiness, and one he knew he’d never tire of.
Spearing his hand into her short, red curls to angle her head just right as he deepened the kiss, he allowed his mind to wander. Allowed himself to think about a future with her, what settling down and having kids with her would be like… How she’d look when they were both silver-haired with age and couldn’t imagine his desire for her ever fading, even in their twilight years. And for the first time he allowed himself to think that they could have a future together. She’d been here two weeks already, and she hadn’t mentioned going back to the bright lights of Hollywood.
The sound of engines approaching didn’t made him lift his head from worshipping her lips, nor did them stopping on the road next to Kris’s car. But then the sound of a camera shutter broke through the sensual haze of the moment and the slender woman in his arms froze.
“Krystal! Krystal! How are you enjoying your break?”
* * *
The instant she heard the continuous shutter, a sound so familiar to her but so totally out of place here, Kristen froze. For a second she thought that she’d imagined it, although why she would conjure up something to ruin such a perfect moment with
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