Untamed: An Alpha's Kiss (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Evelyn Glass Page B

eat.
     
    First they had made love three more times, an endless, breathless tangle of pleasure. Her hair was knotted and her thighs were sore and her lips were bruised, but sitting at the breakfast bar, wrapped in Parker's sweater, she had never been happier. He'd seared a steak so tender she couldn't believe he wasn't a professional chef.
     
    "I love watching you eat."
     
    Charmaine smiled around her mouthful and slid her hand into his. "This is amazing," she praised him after swallowing. "You're a genius in the kitchen."
     
    "Only in the kitchen?" he teased, coming around to her side of the counter. He spun her stool and nudged her thighs open with his own.
     
    She shook her head and giggled. "Everywhere."
     
    He nibbled her neck and she squealed, surprised and delighted to find him hard again as he pressed into her.
     
    "See what you do to me?" he murmured, and she twined around him, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Parker hitched her thighs up around his waist and groaned as she moved against him. His kisses tasted of red wine and her own lingering musky scent. They both reeked of sex.
     
    Both of them heard the buzzing the first time, but they didn't stop kissing and grinding against each other. It persisted, though, and finally, recognizing that there could be some real emergency, Parker reluctantly asked, "Should you check that, in case it's an emergency?"
     
    She nodded and retrieved her phone from her jacket pocket.
     
    Twelve missed calls. All from Scottie.
     
    She realized she hadn't spoken to him all day and he had no idea where she was, which was unusual behavior on her part, since Scottie knew where she was at all times.
     
    Shit.
     
    It showed all over her face when she returned to the kitchen. Guilt and anxiety had burst her bubble and brought her firmly back down to earth. Reality had interrupted, and its presence was nothing short of painful.
     
    " Your friend?" he asked.
     
    She nodded.
     
    "Should you call him back?"
     
    "I'll text him."
     
    Parker shook his head. "Maybe you should call him back, if he's called you that many times. It might be important."
     
    A sharp pain throbbed above her left eye as she responded. "And tell him what? That I'm here with you?" She tensed in his arms. "When it's just us, it all makes perfect sense, you know? And then the rest of the world gets involved, and..." She sagged against him. "I want it to be this perfect all the time. Can't we just hide away from the world?"
     
    Parker cuddled her to him. "You know we can't hide away. Not forever."
     
    "So it's all stolen moments, then? Is this all we have to look forward to?"
     
    "Hey!" He took her face in his hands and looked into her troubled blue eyes. "We belong together. You and I are meant for each other, and we're not going to let everything else get in our way. We'll figure it out, okay?"
     
    "Okay," she whispered, her eyes unconvinced.
     
    And the phone buzzed again.
     
    ***
     
    Scottie's voice crackled through the line. Horrible reception gave her a convenient excuse to end the call, but it didn't do much to reassure him about where she was.
     
    "I took a really long drive," she explained. It wasn't a total lie. "My head is just so full right now, and I just took off in the Jeep to clear it out."
     
    "So where are you now?"
     
    "Um..." she thought quickly. "I stopped at some random gas station. I haven't seen a sign or anything in miles. But I'm heading home soon."
     
    "Char, I'm really sorry. I was such an asshole, and I put you in danger. I never should've--"
     
    "Scottie, it's okay, really. I chose to go with you. You got drunk and acted stupid is all. We made it out alive. It's okay." And then, feeling guilty, "How are you feeling, anyway? I'm sorry I haven't called today." She'd purposely avoided calling him. She was afraid he'd know she was hiding something.
     
    "Uh... feel like shit, actually. But all this sitting around hasn't been all bad. I've been doing some thinking. I've made