ROMANCE: SHIFTER: Shifter to the Max Collection (Dragon, Bear, Wolf and Panther Shifter Romances) (Paranormal Fantasy Romance Collection) Read Free Page B

meant Ryder to her ever since they were kids. It had always had a strange effect on her senses. On her self. This time it released the hard little knot that resided deep in her belly. It uncoiled and unwound and stretched. She pulled Ryder’s head closer to hers and let her tongue explore his mouth.
    Ryder felt the shift in her and smiled to himself. He could smell the need in her. He felt the need to mark her as his own, to take her, to show her and the world she still belonged to him. Without releasing his hold on her mouth, he stroked both hands over her hips and buttocks. He cupped his hands right at the curve where her butt met her thigh, letting his fingertips touch one another on the inside curves of her legs, and lifted.
    Amber squeaked.  She was startled out of her lust for a moment. She’d never allowed herself to be picked up before. She’d never dreamed it’d be so easy for anyone, to begin with. Ryder, however, hadn’t grunted or strained. He’d just seemed to pull her closer to him, and suddenly, she was up, legs wrapped neatly around his narrow hips, arms resting on broad shoulders, face even with face. Ryder took a couple of steps forward, then, and jostled her a bit. Amber’s dark brown eyes widened in shock. The shifting had rubbed her center against his hips. She hadn’t realized how thin and threadbare her favorite jeans must’ve gotten. It sure felt like there was nothing between herself and his hard body than a lightweight cloth. She burned, moaned, and plunged her mouth down for more of Ryder’s taste.
    Right then, a car horn blared at them.
    “Get a room!” Some jokester laughed.
    Their lips broke apart. Both of them glanced around, a bit dazed at their surroundings. Ryder gripped Amber’s hips tighter and leaned in for more.
    “No. Wait.” Amber pushed back from him.
    Maybe she pushed a bit too hard. Or maybe her resistance caught him by surprise, but when he let go, she fell.  Right on her tailbone beside the only road leading directly into the main street of the town where they’d each been born and raised, she sprawled. Laid out like Da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man. Or like she was making a snow angel here in March, when there was no snow. She closed her eyes in mortification.
    Ryder groused, “What’d you do that for? Here, let me help you up.”
    “No! I’m fine.”
    Still she lay there for a heartbeat more. Then she drew her arms up behind her and leaned on them. Ryder thought the look quite fetching, as it arched her back slightly and pushed her breasts impudently his way.
    She blew that errant strand of hair out of her eyes. “I’m fine. Really.” She tipped over onto her hands and knees, which made Ryder grin broadly, and pushed herself to standing. When she used her hands to brush dirt and grass off her clothes, Amber realized her nipples were still hard and standing up. Easily seen through the material of her t-shirt. She scurried over to her car and grabbed a hoodie out of the front seat. Snapping it over her head and flipping her hair out from underneath were done in a single motion. She glanced back to where Ryder still stood, smirking her direction.
    “I’m fine.” Telling herself that this would become her mantra if it needed to be, she checked over her car to make sure everything was as it should be. Oddly, there was a piece of paper under her windshield wiper. It looked like a parking ticket? What?
    She reached for it, but wasn’t as quick as Ryder was.
    “What the hell is this? You got a parking ticket? How long were you here? An hour? Maybe two?” Ryder’s voice was outraged.
    She snatched the piece of paper out of his hands.
    “It’s my ticket. Let me see it.”
    Sure enough, it looked to be an official parking ticket from the County of Ridge, Montana. Abandoned Vehicle. She looked at it in confusion.
    “But I was picked up by a county officer. They knew it wasn’t abandoned.” She turned the ticket over in her hand, trying to make sense of it.  Her