Desert Blood (The Wolves of Twin Moon Ranch Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

home!
    Home? Home felt like right here.
    Heather promised herself she wouldn’t get carried away. She’d head home soon. She’d—
    Snuggle her cheek against his? The salty scent of the sea was there, so crisp and fresh she knew it wasn’t just cologne. Music drifted past, maybe on the same magical ether that made her feet so light. Her head felt light, too. The man who had turned down all of those women wanted to dance with her.
    Her skin was tingling. “You definitely don’t have two left feet,” she murmured. He kept his nose to her hair. God, that felt good.
    “The left foot is mine. The right foot is yours.” His voice was husky; his heart tapped an oath for every word. “We’re made for each other, you and me.”
    The warning voice, meanwhile, cried from a distant and rapidly sinking ship.
Don’t trust anyone…
    Then he stopped dancing and his eyes were on her lips, and it was impossible to heed anything but the call to meet him halfway. He leaned in just as she rocked forward on her toes, holding her breath as they kissed.
    It was a meltdown kiss, long and light. So perfect that she had to close her eyes to take it all in.
    His lips were soft. Silky. Innocent. Maybe the man hadn’t been bullshitting her, after all. Because kissing Cody was like riding a puffy white cloud through a gorgeous summer sky. She leaned in, wanting more. His lips shaped tiny letters over hers, starting with a gentle B, and then slowly moving on to an M that massaged her mouth. Then his lips opened, forming vowels—little A’s and O’s that tasted like heaven. That kiss stretched on and on, and she didn’t want the alphabet to ever run out. In the end, it was Cody who broke it off slowly, puckering so that they would only part at the last possible moment.
    If it hadn’t been him there with his eyes closed, drinking in that kiss, it would have been her.
    Her heart thumped, about to lean in for a second round, but a bat fluttered past, swooshing right over their heads.
    They broke apart to let it pass, and to Heather, the separation hurt. It actually hurt.
    So did reality: the fact that she should have been on the road by now. That this could never be.
    “I have to go,” she whispered.
    His face flickered, a signal that the mask was back. The cool bachelor, the jokester, was about to cover his tracks with a witty line. But no—he caught it and shot her a tight smile instead, one tinged with regret. “See you soon?”
    Heather sucked in a deep breath. It could never be soon enough. She nodded then slipped into the car and drove away, eyes more on the rearview mirror than the road ahead.

 
    CHAPTER SIX
     
    Fear and desire. Cody had never smelled one so close to the other. He replayed the encounter over and over, through the night and into the next day. He wanted more of that kiss. Wanted to do it again and again, soft and light until he’d kissed away that haunted look in her eyes.
    Who did that to her? Who scared her right to the bone? Because even when she lit up at his kiss, she was afraid. The thought had his wolf straining at its bonds. He wanted to chase after her car and stay close. Keep her safe. Make her his.
    Mate! Don’t let her go!
    It took a long and sweaty night for Cody to realize that it wasn’t just his wolf claiming her; the man was howling for her now, too. It was all he could do not to rush out in search of her at the crack of dawn. But one dance would have to be enough—for now.
    He had to figure things out first. Like if he was really sure.
    How can you not be sure?
the wolf growled.
    Okay, maybe he was sure. But what did it matter if the pack would never accept her? And anyway,
she
had to be sure. And how the hell could he ever get past that step? It’s not like he could just out and tell her.
    Heather, my wolf and I want you to be our mate. Let me bite you and make you mine forever.
    Jesus, it would sound like some kind of horror show to her. And he’d never be able to explain. What would he