excited to see you.”
Years ago, he’d saved the princess’s life. They’d become friends after that but he hadn’t seen her in two years. As much as he wanted to catch up with her, he needed all his concentration on Avery and his plan. But maybe his plan could use a little adjustment. “Thanks Latham.”
He needed a nap so he’d be fresh for Avery’s yoga class. But first a shower. And then he’d see an old friend about a favor.
CHAPTER TWO
Avery Cooper would know that ass anywhere. Once upon a time she’d sunk her fingertips into the perfectly round globes of flesh as its owner had thrust into her with abandon. She’d enjoyed it too much.
But that had been almost two years ago, when she’d never expected to see him again. Then one of her best friends had fallen for his brother. And she’d suffered through a dozen meetings with the ridiculously handsome werewolf since then. Suffered because he was so insanely charming and good looking and he made her want to forget her rules and hard won independence. He was the first man who’d caused her to long for more and that made him especially dangerous in her book.
“Didn’t take you for the yoga type,” she murmured, squatting down next to where he crouched atop a blue yoga mat. She had to hand it to him, he was limber.
But then, she’d known that. Firsthand experience and all.
Hunter Ciolek’s hazel eyes changed from green to brown depending on mood and light. She’d been around him long enough to memorize the hues. Right now they were a muddy green and not exactly surprised to see her.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
The corners of his kissable mouth turned up and his eyes lit with mischief. True, there was plenty she didn't know about him. And plenty that she did. Like the fact that those lips could drive her wild with hot kisses, whisper her name in a way that melted her spine, and should be considered weapons of mass destruction when it came to the tender nerve endings between her thighs.
The few days they'd spent together two solstices ago had rocked her world like an earthquake. Her knees still knocked together when she thought about how many times he'd made her come in a seventy-two hour period.
That's why she didn't think of it often.
Thinking about it led to wanting a repeat performance.
She hadn’t had sex in over a year, so the itch was like a case of full body poison ivy at this point. The problem was she had zero interest in any of the men she’d seen recently. She’d actually gone on a date because she couldn’t drum up the interest in anything more than a few drinks and idle chit chat.
This was all his fault, she thought, staring at Hunter’s perfect profile. She hadn’t felt the same since the night they’d met.
Despite their agreement that they could be together while they’d been on the island, he never missed an opportunity on or off Mystic Isle to touch her, talk to her or tempt her. Why had she slept with the one guy who was truly nice, sexy as sin and related to Ceara’s mate?
Pulling herself out of memory lane, Avery concentrated on his form and pointed out a few corrections before quickly moving to the next person. She couldn't afford to think of Hunter Ciolek as anything more than a student. She couldn't afford to think of him at all.
Thinking of him made her want to see his handsome face and killer body. And seeing made her want to touch. And touching, well that just led to sex. Hot, sweaty, wild, werewolf sex.
More than that, it made her want wild werewolf sex over and over. Not to mention waking up next to said werewolf day after day. When she let down her guard he made her laugh and laughing was a sure-fire way to her heart.
And that was the crux of the matter. She couldn't risk her heart. She’d done that once and once was more than enough.
As the class ended, she braced herself, knowing that Hunter would seek her out. She wasn't ready to
Years ago, he’d saved the princess’s life. They’d become friends after that but he hadn’t seen her in two years. As much as he wanted to catch up with her, he needed all his concentration on Avery and his plan. But maybe his plan could use a little adjustment. “Thanks Latham.”
He needed a nap so he’d be fresh for Avery’s yoga class. But first a shower. And then he’d see an old friend about a favor.
CHAPTER TWO
Avery Cooper would know that ass anywhere. Once upon a time she’d sunk her fingertips into the perfectly round globes of flesh as its owner had thrust into her with abandon. She’d enjoyed it too much.
But that had been almost two years ago, when she’d never expected to see him again. Then one of her best friends had fallen for his brother. And she’d suffered through a dozen meetings with the ridiculously handsome werewolf since then. Suffered because he was so insanely charming and good looking and he made her want to forget her rules and hard won independence. He was the first man who’d caused her to long for more and that made him especially dangerous in her book.
“Didn’t take you for the yoga type,” she murmured, squatting down next to where he crouched atop a blue yoga mat. She had to hand it to him, he was limber.
But then, she’d known that. Firsthand experience and all.
Hunter Ciolek’s hazel eyes changed from green to brown depending on mood and light. She’d been around him long enough to memorize the hues. Right now they were a muddy green and not exactly surprised to see her.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
The corners of his kissable mouth turned up and his eyes lit with mischief. True, there was plenty she didn't know about him. And plenty that she did. Like the fact that those lips could drive her wild with hot kisses, whisper her name in a way that melted her spine, and should be considered weapons of mass destruction when it came to the tender nerve endings between her thighs.
The few days they'd spent together two solstices ago had rocked her world like an earthquake. Her knees still knocked together when she thought about how many times he'd made her come in a seventy-two hour period.
That's why she didn't think of it often.
Thinking about it led to wanting a repeat performance.
She hadn’t had sex in over a year, so the itch was like a case of full body poison ivy at this point. The problem was she had zero interest in any of the men she’d seen recently. She’d actually gone on a date because she couldn’t drum up the interest in anything more than a few drinks and idle chit chat.
This was all his fault, she thought, staring at Hunter’s perfect profile. She hadn’t felt the same since the night they’d met.
Despite their agreement that they could be together while they’d been on the island, he never missed an opportunity on or off Mystic Isle to touch her, talk to her or tempt her. Why had she slept with the one guy who was truly nice, sexy as sin and related to Ceara’s mate?
Pulling herself out of memory lane, Avery concentrated on his form and pointed out a few corrections before quickly moving to the next person. She couldn't afford to think of Hunter Ciolek as anything more than a student. She couldn't afford to think of him at all.
Thinking of him made her want to see his handsome face and killer body. And seeing made her want to touch. And touching, well that just led to sex. Hot, sweaty, wild, werewolf sex.
More than that, it made her want wild werewolf sex over and over. Not to mention waking up next to said werewolf day after day. When she let down her guard he made her laugh and laughing was a sure-fire way to her heart.
And that was the crux of the matter. She couldn't risk her heart. She’d done that once and once was more than enough.
As the class ended, she braced herself, knowing that Hunter would seek her out. She wasn't ready to
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