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Author: R.L. Mathewson

“They had to burn them off,” he said, forcing himself to look at her when all he wanted to do was to drive his fist through something at the idea of someone hurting her, no matter the reason.

She stilled even as her beautiful grey eyes shifted to a glimmering red, her fangs dropped and her eyes narrowed on him. “That bastard set me on fire?”

Shit, he thought, trying not to wince when he realized that she’d still been passed out when Kale made that revelation. “It was the only way to remove the mark,” he said, praying like hell that was true otherwise the woman leaning forward as she released one of the sexiest growls that he’d ever heard was going to rip his balls off.

“Then why are we running?” she demanded, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Because,” he said, sighing as he leaned forward so that he could brush his lips quickly over hers in a way of apology for not taking better care of her, before he sat back, “there are other ways of finding you.”

She scrunched up her face adorably in thought as she thought it over before she slumped in defeat with a pout. “My identification and bank cards,” she said with a slight whine that he would find annoying in any other woman, but when she did it he couldn’t help but smile.

“Yes,” he said, nodding in agreement as he reached over and entwined their hands together. “If they’re looking for you now, there’s a good chance that they’re watching your bank activities,” he explained, wondering if whoever was looking for her had tracked her to his house.

“Do you think they know that we’re together?” she asked quietly, sounding worried.

He shook his head as he leaned in for another kiss. “It doesn’t matter.”

“And why doesn’t it matter?” she asked, sounding a little distracted as she wrapped her arms around him and followed him as he leaned back, nibbling on his bottom lip as though she couldn’t quite help herself.

“Because,” he said, releasing her hands so that he could wrap his arms around her, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He moved to deepen the kiss only to find Cloe pushing away from him and once again sitting back on his thighs, averting her gaze. “Don’t make promises that you can’t keep.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Cloe,” he said firmly, in no mood to argue with this woman over something that should be painfully obvious by now.

“You don’t know that, Christofer,” she said, looking up to meet his gaze. “Things happen, people change.”

“That’s true, Cloe,” he agreed as he looked into her beautiful grey eyes that were so full of pain that his heart actually ached for her. “But, nothing’s going to change the way that I feel about you.”

She shook her head. “You don’t know that, Christofer. It might not happen in a day or even a week, but at some point you’re going to get bored, or get sick of me and you’re going to move on,” she explained before adding with a shrug, “It happens.”

He wasn’t going anywhere, ever, but in that moment he realized something very important. Words didn’t mean shit to Cloe. A lot of people probably made her promises, promises that they’d probably had every intention of keeping, but hadn’t. Cloe obviously learned that a person’s actions meant more than their words, so instead of arguing with her or making her promises that would only push her away, he was going to show her. He would show her how much he loved her, how much he cared about her and wanted her so that she would never have reason to doubt him again.

He would show her just how much he loved her.

“Then let’s just focus on today,” he said as he cupped her beautiful dirt smudged face in one hand, his thumb gently caressing her cheek.

“Just today,” she said, sounding relieved as she allowed herself to lean into his touch. “And what exactly is the plan?”

“That’s a damn good question,” he said, leaning in so that he could brush his lips against hers, paying special attention to the plump bottom lip that drove him crazy.

“As much fun as it is to run around the woods wrapped in a dirty blanket, I think that we need to find some new clothes and a safe place to figure out a few things,” she suggested.

“Well,” he said, pulling back so that he could gaze down at her pretty br**sts that were just begging for his attention, “since I always manage to think better when I’m inside you……” He grinned, letting his words trail off as he pushed the blanket away from her.

“How exactly do you always think better inside me when you’ve only been inside me once?” she asked, her eyes flashing red as her ni**les hardened with renewed interest.

“It’s hard to explain, but,” he said with a drawn out sigh as though what he was about to suggest pained him, “I’d be willing to show you.”

“That’s very generous of you,” Cloe murmured as she reached for the hem of his shirt and yanked it up and over his head until it was flying in the air and landing somewhere behind her.

“I do what I can,” he said, hooking his thumbs in the waist of her panties and with a flick of his wrists, tore them clean from her body to join his shirt.

“And being inside me….?” she prompted, letting her words trail off as she reached down and flicked his pants button open.

“Is important to the planning process,” he explained, cupping her bare h*ps as he leaned back against the rock and watched as the little tease took her time pulling his zipper down.

She sighed heavily as she exposed the large bulge hidden behind his boxers. “Then I guess we should do a thorough job.”

Chapter 46

Now this, she thought as she pulled down his pants as he arched up to make it easier for her, was more like it. This was a temporary distraction and exactly what she needed right now.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true since what she really needed was to find a way out of the woods and out of this horrible situation. For right now though, she’d settle for slowly pulling his pants down to expose the large erection that was going to give her a momentary reprieve from this nightmare. She’d deal with trying to get her life back later. Right now, she just wanted this, wanted to be with Christofer, lose herself in his touch and the pleasure that he gave her.

Right now nothing else mattered but the two of them.

“Are you planning on teasing me the entire time?” he asked, but he didn’t sound mad. He sounded intrigued and that turned her on a hell of a lot more than she thought it would.

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