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.His fingers brush my cheek and his brows collide.“You’re so cold.”As I think about the chill that won’t leave me, Logan slides me a look and steps closer tooffer his heat.My father tilts my chin to examine my features.His glance roams over me like he’scommitting my face to memory.Like it could very well be the last time he sees it.He attempts asmile but it doesn’t reach his eyes and that’s when I notice how desperately tired he looks.“It’s going to take some time for Stone and Sanford to return with their equipment, so in themeantime why don’t you get yourself cleaned up, rest a bit, then get yourself prepared.” After I nod, my fathersays, “There are a few last minute things I need to take care of,” andwith that he punches a number into his phone and steps into the other room.I ease my hand out of Logan’s, and while I think a hot, sudsyshower is a great idea, I’m notsure I can bring myself to indulge in such a luxury when the others are out there in danger.I look at Sandy, Blaze and Gem who are all perched on their chairs and watching us withworry.“I need to explain the situation to them,” I say quietly to Logan.“I will.You go shower.” He tugs his grass stained t-shirt from his body and pulls adisgusted face.“I’m going to climb in once you’re done.”I open my mouth and Logan presses his finger to my lips to seal my protest.“Just go,Pride.”Less than ten minutes later, I climb into the shower and let the needle-like spray wash overmy body.Even though I twisted the nozzle to hot, and blistering steam has taken over the room,it still does little to thaw the chill that has taken up residency in my body, freezing me to myvery core.When I grab the soap and wash my body, I can’t help but think about Logan and our time inthe park, specifically when we washed the dirt from our skin in the hot springs.My mindrevisits that moment, and I remember the way Logan kissed my scars, the way he showed me Iwas beautiful, inside and out.I think about how lost and broken I was, and how he put me backtogether.As emotions crowd me, my throat tightens and I hug myself, but there is nothing I can do tokeep the strangled cry from rising in my throat.Knowing I need to get my mind on the missionand off my feelings before they get the better of me, I quickly wash my hair, turn off the water,and grab a big fluffy towel to wrap myself.After knotting it under my arm, I slide open the shower door, and when I see a familiarshadow stalking toward me in the steam filled room, I gasp out loud.“Pride,” Logan says, his soft whisper so full of emotion and raw need that all the air leavesmy lungs in a whoosh.We stand like that for a long moment, both staring at each other, thensomething else takes hold of us.Something neither of us has any control over.I’m not sure who moved first, but the next thing I know I’m in his protective arms andwe’re gripping each other, clinging so tight that my lungs feel like they’re crushing beneath theweight.My heart is pounding so hard, the blood racing through my veins so fast, I’m sure everywolf in the house can hear the frenzied rush.Logan tangles his hands through my wet hair and his hold is fiercely possessive as his lipshover close to mine.With my breath coming quicker, undisguised need moves over his face.Helooks deep into my eyes, and I can tell from the way he’s searching my face that he fears thesecould very well be our last moments together.“Pride,” he says again as his eyes fix on mine, and there is something so primal and raw inhis voice that it shreds my defenses and has my wolf howling with primitive need.“Logan,” I respond and when his gaze zeroes in on my mouth, I run my tongue over mylips, starved for his kisses.His breath scorches my skin and when the scent of him fills my nostrils, everything I feelfor this boy bombards me with the force of a thousand silver bullets.My body begins shaking,and as I become lost in the alpha holding me close I try to take a breath but find air harder andharder to come by.Driven by pure instinct, I go up on my tiptoes, answering the unaskedquestion dancing on his parted lips.His chest heaves and when his soft mouth closes over mine a tortured moan lodges in mythroat.At first his kiss is warm, soft, exploring, but when I wrap my arms around him and holdhim tight—like it might be the last time I’ll ever get the chance—he deepens the kiss and pullsme impossibly closer.His body presses against mine and I can feel the tension in his muscles as his lips moveover my mouth with such urgency, such incredible, mind numbing need.I respond in kind, andsavor this stolen moment between us because some part of me warns that I might need thismemory to draw on later.Hunger prowls though me, but it’s a different kind of hunger, one that has nothing to dowith food and everything to do with this boy.Losing all composure, I kiss him harder, and canfeel his muscles bunch beneath my fingers.Even though my thoughts are whirling out of control, I’m aware that his familiar touch andravenous kisses are the only things capable of combating the ice inside me.This boy, and thisboy alone, is the only one with the power to warm me.…the one you need might not be the one you want…As my father’s warning words ping around inside my head, I lock them away to considerlater and instead indulge in this moment, this kind yet powerful alpha.I let his warmth streakthrough me and when I open myself up to him, a low growl sounds deep in his throat [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]