“You’re probably right, but what about Matese? An emissary from the Yellowstone can’t be good.”
At that he frowned out the front windshield. “You’re right. But, we can’t do shit about that right now because today’s my day. I’ve been looking forward to finally introducing you to two pretty important women in my life, almost as much as I’m looking forward to bringing them home with us.”
“The most important,” she corrected.
When he shot her a look, she explained, “You said two pretty important women in your life. You meant the most important.”
“Nah.” He shook his head once. “I love those women with all my heart.” He lifted her hand to his lips and brushed his whiskers across her hand before he kissed her knuckles. “But I love you with all of me.”
Nora got that mushy look on her face that she only ever wore for him, and his chest did that funny little tightening up thing that it only ever did for her.
Turning serious, he lifted her hand higher and pressed it to his cheek as he eyed the road. “Do you know how much I love you?”
“No.” She beamed at him and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Tell me.”
With a chuckle, he sighed. “I love you the moon.”
“You mean to the moon. And back,” she quickly tagged on.
“No. I mean I love you the moon.”
Turning her head, she propped her chin on his shoulder. “Explain.”
He laughed again. “I don’t love you to the moon and back, ’cuz it ain’t enough. ‘I love you the moon’ means I love you like my wolf loves the moon.”
“That’s a lot,” she breathed. “My wolf loves the moon too.”
“Mmmm.” He nodded.
Running her hand over his thigh, she said, “I once heard that the monthly full moon is the Creator’s gift to misshapes. That without it, we wouldn’t be able to shift. If we couldn’t shift, we’d all die, so in a way we can’t really live without the moon.”
“That’s how I feel about you.”
“Oooooh.” She grinned. “You’re good at this complimenting panty-dropping thing.”
Brows shooting up, he jerked his chin around to look at her. “Panty dropping?”
She shrugged. “You know when you say stuff like that it gets me all wet.”
Steering his truck off the side of the road, he maneuvered it so it was wedged all cattywampus in a stand of trees.
“What are you doing?” Nora giggled, sitting up straight.
“Woman, if you’re gonna talk about your wet pussy in front of me and expect to just sit here, then you’ve got a lot to learn.”
Scooting down the bench seat, Nora peeled out of her coat and grinned at War. “Then teach me, mate.”
His cock swelled almost as full as his heart as he crawled across the seat and covered Nora’s body with his. She fell back on the seat and smiled up at him lacing her hands behind his neck. She tried to pull his lips down to hers, but he balked. Smile slipping, her delicate brows speared down.
He had something he needed to say. It was something he’d wanted to say since he’d claimed her. “Thank you for choosing me.”
Eyes filling with tears, Nora’s lower lip started to tremble.
“I mean it,” he said, eyes searching hers. “You have no fucking idea how much you mean to me.”
“War,” she murmured and cupped his cheek. “Thank you for . . .”
“No.” Leaning down, he pecked her lips to get her to stop. “You’re not gonna thank me for what is the greatest honor of my life. It ain’t happening, beautiful.” His lips lifted in a grin. “But you know what is?”
Nora smiled at him. “What?”
“Me fucking you nice and slow in the front seat of this truck.” Dipping down, he took her lips in a slow leisurely kiss, his tongue pressing between her lips and tangling with hers before he pulled back and breathed against her lips. “I’m gonna make you scream my name.”
Lips up flush against his, Nora whispered, “I’m gonna let you.”
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