Page 48 of Her Werewolf Lover

“Or any moon,” she laughed and corrected herself.

“I just want to be with you. In fact, I am about ninety-eight percent sure I’m in love with you, Michael Duarte.”

“Ninety-eight, huh? Let me know when you get to a hundred. I hate to tell you this, but I beat you to it already,” he said, claiming her mouth.

Samantha moaned into the kiss. Michael was such an in-depth lover. He saw to all her needs, made her feel alive and wanted. Emotion bloomed inside of her like a rose after a long winter’s sleep,and she wondered if it was even possible to feel so much for one man.

Oh my God. He said he loves me.

“So, um, should I install a dog door?” she asked, in a bad attempt at lightening the mood.

“Oh, a funny girl,” Michael said and stopped rubbing her back so he could tickle her sides.

“No! Oh my God, stop before I pee!” Samantha laughed and kicked out at the sheets.

“No more dog jokes?”

“I don’t know. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you lick peanut butter off my finger.”

“Finger? That’s nice, but I know some other places that might be fun.”

Gulp. Good thing she liked peanut butter.

“Hmm, maybe later. I do have some questions,” she said, liking the way his eyes zeroed in on her.

He had an uncanny ability to make her feel like the only woman in the entire world. For an ex-supermodel who at one time had millions of eyes on her alone, that was something.

“Okay. How about we get dressed so we can rejoin Maya and Aunt Eileen, and I’ll answer your questions,” he murmured, and her whole body seemed to vibrate in response.

“Okay, but maybe we can,” she whispered, inching towards his enticing lips.

The man could kiss. Every time it was new, exciting, and so damn poignant. She was addicted to his kisses.

“Come here, Mate,” he growled, pulling her into full contact with his hard body.

Samantha had neither the will nor the strength to resist him. Why should she when in his arms was exactly where she wanted to be?

He lowered his head, crushing her mouth with his, yeah, she moved in closer, submitting to his natural dominance willingly. Michael took possession of her mouth, and she clung to him, loving his strength.

He kissed her like he hadn’t kissed her in months instead of minutes.

“Need you, mate,” he rumbled, and she understood completely.

Her body was on fire for him. She straddled his thighs, pressing her body on the curved muscles roping across his chest.

Oh, but he was sublime. A perfect specimen of a man.

“Fuck, Sam, feels so good,” he said, cupping her ass with his big hands.

He lifted her up, and she positioned his dick at her entrance. Then she wiggled, and he lowered her, filling her completely.

She felt wild with need, greedy, demanding, but more than that, Samantha felt sexy, wanted, needed, and it was just what the doctor ordered.

Michael lifted his hips as she lowered hers, fucking her so good on his hard, girthy length. She never knew a man to be so hungry for her before.

Three times a charm.

“Three times isn’t nearly enough. Need you, Mate. So fucking hot.”