been going through. Sometimes I have a hard time
thinking about anything but you.”
Wren rolled to her side and propped herself up on her bent
arm so she looked down at Ryder. “You should have told me sooner. Now I have
even more reason to help you get your full powers. Once you have them I can
screw your brains out.”
He laughed, this time for real. “Are you always this frank?”
She shrugged. “Yes. A trait I got from my mother. She always
said what was on her mind.”
Ryder met her gaze, his expression growing serious. “I can’t
promise you anything, Wren. Even after I have my full powers.”
“I can’t accept that. There shouldn’t be anything holding
you back once it happens. Your need to remain celibate will be no more.”
“I…won’t know what I’ll become in the end. I could very well
no longer be myself. It could change me irrevocably.”
Wren shook her head. “I won’t believe that. Yes, you could
be different, but you won’t completely lose yourself.”
“Do you know that for a fact?”
She had a decision to make. She could either give an answer
that was only partially right or tell Ryder the full truth. Wren decided on the
latter. “I did ‘see’ something of your future. You become more powerful.”
“But? I know there’s more.”
“There was a darkness about you.” That was something Wren
hadn’t understood when she’d first seen that bit of Ryder’s future, and still
didn’t. How could he be dark when he was one of the good guys?
“See?” Ryder asked. “That’s why I can’t make you any
promises.” He reached up and gently caressed her cheek. “Please, Wren, don’t
take this any further than we’ve already gone.” He dropped his hand. “Let’s go
to sleep.”
Knowing there was no use arguing with him now, Wren nodded.
She stood next to the bed and yanked her shirt off over her head.
A strangled moan escaped Ryder. “Why are you taking your
clothes off?” He’d pushed himself to a sitting position, facing her.
“I’m not going to sleep in my t-shirt and jeans.” She undid
her pants and shucked them as well. “So I’ll do it in my bra and panties.”
Ryder’s gaze ran over her body, heating with each second
that passed. “What about pajamas? I know you own some because I’ve seen you in
them.”
“I don’t feel like going downstairs to get any.” Plus, this
way Ryder got to see exactly what he was missing out on. She might have decided
not to push him right now, but that didn’t mean she’d stop enticing him.
“Are you trying to torture me? After everything I told you?
Seeing you like that isn’t helping with my control.”
Instead of answering Ryder, Wren pulled back the covers on
her side of the bed and slipped under them. She fixed the pillow the way she
liked it, then looked at him expectantly.
Ryder mumbled something under his breath about stubborn
women before he got off the bed and crossed over to his dresser. He took out a
pair of pajama bottoms, then walked out of the room. Wren heard the bathroom
door shut a few seconds after. It only took him a couple minutes to return, the
sleepwear in place of his jeans. He also had taken off his t-shirt, leaving his
upper body bare.
Wren wondered who was tempting whom now. She couldn’t take
her gaze off Ryder’s chest as he walked by to put his jeans in the laundry
hamper in the corner of the room. It was hairless and had well-defined pecs.
Looking lower, she saw his abs were equally defined, showcasing a six-pack.
Ryder might not be as bulky as the sentinels, but he was muscular enough to
make her mouth water.
Ryder turned off the TV and lights before he headed for the
bed. He reached out his hands, feeling for the sheets, then climbed in next to
her. Being a werewolf, she had no problem seeing in the dark. She could see as
if it were daylight.
Once Ryder was settled, Wren rolled toward him, tangled her
legs with his, her hand on his chest and her head on his pillow next to