Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“I miss you,” I whisper.
There are only a few sconces lit along the wall at uneven intervals, so when Remus’s eyelids flutter, at first, I’m not sure if it’s just a trick of the lights.
And then their tail comes and wraps firmly around my waist several times.
“What’s happening?” Romulus asks. “That wasn’t me.”
“Remus?” I ask, reaching up on tiptoes to excitedly kiss his sleeping lips. “Remus?”
But when I pull back, he sleeps on. The tail around my waist goes slack, and my heart drops to my feet. I sigh and walk back toward my door. Which is when I happen to glance down and see that, whoa, damn.
Romulus is wearing thin pajama bottoms and has a massive hard-on jutting out.
“Is that you?” I ask with a little gasp.
Romulus reaches for my waist and pulls me to him, right up against his hardness. I think we both groan a little. I’m not quite sure because suddenly, our faces are close to one another, just inches apart. His body feels so familiar, and mine instantly reacts.
Romulus’s eyes are dark and wild, and both of us breathe heavily for several charged moments.
Is he about to—? Do I want him to—? My eyes dart down to his lips, full but not as wide as his brothers, and my tongue darts out to wet my bottom lip in anticipation before I can think better of it.
But then I jerk away, turning away with a strangled, “Wait.”
“Good night.” He’s gone, and the door to the den slams shut before I’ve quite gotten my bearings on what the hell just happened.
I watch his closed door for probably longer than I should, waiting. For what, I’m not sure. And when I finally head to bed, I toss and turn, my mind on overload.
Just when my eyelids finally start to feel heavy, and I think I might be able to fall asleep, I hear the creak of my door opening.
With a start, I sit up in bed.
And there he is, the shadow of Romulus headed toward me in the darkness.
My hand fumbles for the lamp on the nightstand, and he’s nearly by the bed before I find the switch and turn it on. When I do, my heart leaps to my throat when I see the face of the man who’s come into my room.
“Remus!” I cry, throwing my arms around him. Thank god.
“Shh,” he says urgently as he embraces me roughly in return. “I don’t want to wake him. I’ve only just gotten myself back. How long have I been gone?”
But before I can answer, he shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter.” And then he’s kissing me, and I’m kissing him back. I’ve missed him so desperately, and it was so easy to question everything while he was gone, but now that he’s back in my arms—
Half of me is sure that I fell asleep and this is a dream. I don’t want to question anything too much in case I wake up, even though I want to ask him a thousand things. But he’s holding me in his arms again in the way that is so distinctly Remus. Holding me like he knows me and my body, possessively like this was the way we were always together and always meant to be.
“I’ve missed you,” I breathe out, and then his lips cover mine. We kiss each other with more passion than I knew a body could possibly hold.
I groan low when his hands wander down my body, the flat end of his soft, leathery tail whipping around to slide up the inside of my thigh underneath the nightgown, lifting it.
When he starts kissing down my neck to my breasts, I grab his shoulders, loving the strength in them and knowing I should make him pause.
“There’s so much we need to talk about,” I whisper, half whimpering from the rising excitement of his body pressing against mine as he crawls on the bed between my legs. God, even just the weight of him there against me almost has me coming.
“So much has happened. I’ve met your family, and Romu—”
“I don’t want to talk about him,” Remus growls. “It’s just you and me here,” he says, lifting his face toward me, expression serious for a moment before he extends his wicked tongue to lick my nipple through the thin silk of my nightgown. The next second, he tugs down the fabric, exposing my puckered nipple to the night air.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re so beautiful. I dreamed of you the entire time I was asleep. You drive me mad.” He dips his head, and the screwed up thing is that I can just glimpse Romulus’s face when he does, and I wonder. . . is he dreaming of me, too?
“Remus, I’m serious.” I try to sit up, but he holds me in place with his hands, kneading my hips.