Temptation: Reckless Desires (Blue Moon Saloon Book 2) Read Free

realizing it, she had headed his way with a plate of key lime pie she was supposed to be delivering to another customer. God, what was she doing?
    “Got just what you need.” She smiled and set the plate in front of him.
    Her heart beat a little faster, seeing the little-boy grin spread on his face. One of the many Cole quirks she’d fallen in love with over the past couple of weeks. One second, he’d be all broody warrior, harboring some deep, dark wound she was dying to heal. But just as quickly, the lines around his mouth would fall away and he’d be a kid again, all twinkling eyes and aw-shucks country charm.
    “My favorite,” he murmured, as he did with anything she brought him.
    His scrappy blond hair curled just below his ears. Fine, golden strands that waved this way and that. So, so tempting to run her fingers through. His full lips quivered the slightest bit, and she had to bite her own to resist reaching for his.
    Mate,
her wolf sighed.
    She forced herself not to bat her eyelashes or pucker her lips. Not to do anything that gave her — lust? love? — away. But her nipples kept standing up, and the scent wafting off her shoulders was the sticky-sweet fragrance of arousal.
    Janna.
    Her head whipped around, and the goofy love music playing in her mind broke off with the screech of a needle ripping across an old-fashioned LP.
    Soren was calling to her from over by the bar. The bigger of the two bear brothers stood with his beefy arms folded over his chest, glowering. The very picture of a clan alpha. A none-too-pleased clan alpha, nodding her toward the back of the saloon.
    Shit, shit, shit. Someone had noticed her fawning over Cole, after all.
    Cole’s eyes followed hers, and she darted into his line of sight, because the last thing she needed was for a headstrong cowboy to get into a glaring contest with her two-hundred-pounds-of-solid-muscle boss. Cole might be made of the roughest, toughest stuff, but he was still human, despite the growl building in his throat.
    Wait, a growl? Her head whipped back to Cole.
    She smoothed a hand over his chest without thinking, and the noise stopped. Everything stopped for a moment, and the whole world ceased to exist. Zoomed a million miles away, in fact, until all that remained was the sensation of little licking flames passing between their bodies. Telling her to step closer. Closer…
    She tilted her head and focused on those incredibly kissable lips. Sniffed his cool, clean scent. Rose to the balls of her feet—
    Janna!
Soren barked, and the world came crashing back. Glass clinked against glass. The bassline of a Johnny Cash song thumped from the jukebox. A dozen voices chattered. Soren glared.
    She broke away from Cole, blinking. “Gotta get to work.”
    Mate!
her wolf wailed as she forced one foot in front of another and followed Soren to the back room of the saloon. Away from Cole. Away from the cheery action. Away from the crowd.
    Shit, shit, shit.
    Soren stomped into the dim back room and loomed over her.
    “Janna.”
    “Soren.” She stuck her chin up and crossed her arms much as he’d just done. Two could play at that game. His big, bad alpha act wasn’t all act, but Soren was more of an older brother to her than boss.
    “A human?” Soren’s eyebrows were darker than his sandy brown hair, and when he lifted the one on the right…
    “You look just like your grandfather when you do that,” she said, catching him off guard. Catching herself off guard, too, because the gesture had snapped her back in time, to when she was a young member of the wolfpack and neighbor to his bear clan in Montana. Soren was a good ten years older than her, the man being groomed to take over the clan one day.
    “I mean, a younger version of your grandfather,” she squeaked.
    He grimaced, but a shine of pride lit his eyes. The two of them didn’t have much in common, but they both shared that soft spot for memories of home and the loved ones they’d lost.
    Soren’s gaze