All in the Chemistry [The Royal Wolves 4] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Honor James

you, Courtney,” he said softly. “I don’t know if that will turn out to be the wisest of choices, but I need you in my life. I love you so much,” he breathed softly. “We should go and grab a bite or let you meet the wolves,” he told her letting it come out more question than idea. 
    “How about we grab a bite to eat and then, then I will be happy to meet the wolves.” She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips and smiled. “After you tell me all about them and what I can expect from them.” She touched his cheek. “And of course it is a wise decision, Kris, it is the only one because you love me and I love you. Where you are is where I belong for now and forever, Kris, keep that in mind.”
    Nodding he looked into her face and wondered if she had any idea how hard this just might end up being. He knew it was unlikely she did, it wasn’t like a wasting disease in any shape or form, it was like a psychotic break, sudden, violent and deadly.
    She stood from his lap and held her hand out to him. “Come and eat with me, Kris? Let’s get us some food into our bodies and while we eat we can chat and then I will meet the wolves.” She was well aware of the severity of what he had told her about the rogue gene, however while she seemed to be flippant about it, she really wasn’t. Her mind was working on what to do next, how to proceed to find the gene and eliminate it.
    Standing he took her hand and lifting it kissed her fingers gently. “I love you, Courtney,” he whispered over her skin. Pulling her close he hugged her to him for a moment, his nose in her hair breathing in her soft and soothing scent. “Grab some clothing, love, or I’m never going to actually eat,” he murmured not kidding in the least. Her bare flesh was a temptation he was not strong enough to resist.
    Blushing wildly she nodded and moved from his side. “I love you, too, Kris, and I’m raiding your closet.” She grinned happily at him as she danced out of his arms and toward said closet. Reaching in she saw the flannel and pulled it out first, bringing it to her nose and inhaling even as her eyes moved around to look for pants of some sort. Not seeing any that would fit her she stepped out and tugged on the shirt, mooring the buttons as she moved. “Do you have some smaller sweats maybe?”
    He didn’t really hear the question, his eyes were on the smooth length of leg peeking from under the hem of the flannel shirt. Licking his lips he blinked and looked to her as her words sank in far enough to tug at him. “Uh, yeah,” he muttered moving past. Reaching in he pulled out a pair of sweats that belonged to one of his brothers’ mates from a stay at his house. “Don’t know whose these are but it’s either Mina or Harker, I doubt they even remember abandoning them here,” he told her as he handed them out and grabbed a pair of jeans and a light sweater for himself, tugging them on as he moved back to the bedroom and for the door.
    She watched him leaving and grinned, shaking her head she pulled on the sweats and followed him, closely. “Do I make you nervous, Kris?” Her fingers toyed with the buttons on the flannel she was wearing. “You are running out before you’re even fully dressed.” She looked at the open fly of his jeans to make a point. “Shouldn’t you do that up?”
    Tucking in the sweater he shot her a look before he did up the fly. “Needed it open,” he muttered. Unfortunately she was right, she did make him a little nervous especially since he was still so off balance. If it had been before the, what he was now referring to internally as the incident, he’d not have even blinked, likely would have teased her back. But at that moment he was scrambling for purchase on the slippery slope of destruction his body had just introduced him to.
    Her smile faltered as she looked at him and sighed. Dropping the edges of the flannel, she approached him. When she touched the center of his chest and he jumped she