never hurt you and always be there for you.” He would be that person. “You can work at something you love.”
She slowly reached out, her hand nearly connecting to his face before she stopped herself.
He caught her hand, not willing to let the opportunity of her first real touch pass him by.
“What?” She tried to pull away.
He finished her action for her by placing her hand on his face.
“Oh.” Her eyes widened.
He reciprocated, pressing his palm to her cheek. A small growl escaped his throat when an unexpected coil of arousal wrapped itself around his body. He needed to keep himself in check.
They assessed each other and he inched his face toward her, wondering how close he could get to her before she retreated.
“Vale?”
Her breath danced across his lips. “Yes, Kira?”
“I’m sorry about what I did yesterday when we were this close.” She didn’t move away.
Her words only served to tighten the coil in his stomach. She was the woman he had wanted all these months. “Maybe we should try again.”
Her cheeks flushed the most delightful shade of red.
When she didn’t protest, he gave her a light kiss, brushing his lips against hers, loving how her mouth yielded to his and how her breath caught.
He pulled back, licking his lips to savor again her sweet, feminine taste that left him craving more. He needed to stop or he would have to have her. At last he understood why kissing was so important to his human side.
It took a moment for her to open her eyes. She touched her mouth.
“You are too beautiful and too tiny for your own good.” He ran his thumb along her jaw line and smiled.
“I won’t do what you’re asking me to do.” She leaned into his touch.
“The only thing that matters is that you’re safe.” Humans hated such talk. They needed to feel constantly in control rather than acting on instinct. “All I’m asking is for you to believe what I say and know I will never hurt you. Can you do that for me?”
She answered by not saying a word.
“Good, then we will eat.” He pulled the covers down and got out of bed. She would need to make the next move.
“Vale,”—she reached up, but stopped herself—”I can’t.”
“Maybe I won’t disappoint you.” He offered her his hand.
She stared at his hand, her mind clearly weighing her choices. “Everyone disappoints.” At last she gave in and took his hand, but she still shook her head.
If he wanted her, he had to earn her trust and he could never disappoint her.
****
The blaze in the flagstone fireplace gave off a sweet, smoky aroma and crackled a soothing sound, mesmerizing Kira while she waited for Vale to return with food. The stone and log cabin was the perfect hideaway, a place to escape and dream.
Vale made her swear not to leave. Her mind and her instinct were at war. She had an overwhelming need to be with the silver man who swore he’d saved her. But something had to be wrong with her if she was willing to sit waiting for her captor to return without trying to get away. Both trapped and protected, she was stuck in a strange limbo.
She should have never let him kiss her. Her insides fluttered at the sheer thought of his lips on hers. Yet, she wanted him to kiss her. She needed him to kiss her.
Her feelings for him must revolve around him rescuing her. If she got involved and followed her heart, it would only end with her in pieces. If he simply wanted her discovery, at least she would have known her role. However, if he wanted her, as he claimed he did, she didn’t know where she fit, or if she could. No one who seemed to want her ever stayed.
The unexpected slam of a door caused her heart to lurch and her body turned rigid. One of those wolves was breaking in to take her. “Help!”
“Kira!” Vale charged through the house.
No monster. No wolf. Instead, her tall, silver man dashed toward her. She covered her eyes when he swept her up into his arms.
“What’s the matter?” He moved her hand away