Hunter's Heart: Wolf Shifter Romance (Wild Lake Wolves Book 5) by Kimber White Page A

a thin sheen of sweat. Then, he turned toward me, amber eyes
alight with fire. A shudder ran through me as I looked at him. He was
beautiful. Naked. It was the first time we’d been truly alone since I learned
the truth about who he was. And for the first time, I wasn’t afraid.

 
    Chapter Eleven
    The world became the sound of my own breathing as I
moved toward Derek. Warmth flooded through me with each step I took. He pulled
me to him with no words, no touch. But still, I craved him, like the air
filling my lungs. I wanted to touch him. He stood completely still, letting me
come to him. I hadn’t realized until just then, that I needed exactly that.
Though I wasn’t afraid, I was unsure. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. On some
level, I think I’d always known it. But, so many years of believing one thing
about all shifters took time to sift through.
    “Jessa,” he said, his words a rippling whisper
across my skin.
    On an elemental level, I just needed Derek. His
touch. His breath. His body. But this was instinct talking. I knew that. I
hadn’t lost all sense of myself. It wasn’t like that. I just needed .
    I wanted to drink in every detail of him, and he
seemed to know that. He stood before me. Perfect. Strong. And . . . mine. My eyes raked over the hard curves of his strong chest. The dusting of curls
over his nipples that tapered down to a dark trail below his belly button. The
flat planes of his stomach. His cock. Huge and turgid. Heat blossomed inside of
me, rising to a pulse between my legs.
    I wanted this man.
    No amount of reason or rationalization mattered now.
I went to him. I stood just an inch away from him. I raised a hesitant hand, hovering
it over his chest. Then, I laid my palm flat against him, letting his body heat
permeate me, making my knees shudder. Moisture pooled at the juncture of my
thighs. I wanted to lay down in the tall grass, spread myself open and give in
to every wild instinct surging trough me. Through us both.
    But I couldn’t forget what brought us out here.
    “They’ve moved off,” Derek said, reading my thoughts
behind my eyes. “At least ten miles to the southeast.”
    I nodded. “They might be heading for Tygart’s forest
or wherever they came from.”
    “They lost two of their own. One killed. One
captured. If it were my pack, I’d retreat and regroup until I knew just what I
was dealing with.”
    “Uh huh.” Derek filled my senses. I breathed in his
heady musk. It intoxicated me. His rough skin over hard muscles. I wanted him
to wrap his arms around me. And his eyes. The clearest amber, flashing dark
then glowing gold as the beast within him flared just below the surface.
    “Derek,” I said, swallowing hard. I could barely
think straight. It felt like I was the one with toxin running through my
veins. And Derek’s touch seemed to be the only antidote.
    “Can they see us?” he asked, sliding his arms around
me. I craned my neck to keep his gaze.
    “Huh?”
    “Your father and grandmother. The security cameras.
Does he have anything in this corner of the lot?”
    “Huh? Oh. What?” I took a step back and shook my
head, trying to clear my brain from the pull of Derek’s presence. We were far
beyond the storage shed. This part of the lot was overgrown with the tall grass
and purple wildflowers. If you could ignore the stacks of tires just a few
yards away, it was almost beautiful here. Like an island of prairie in the midst
of my father’s property.
    “Jessa?”
    “No. Actually. The southern part of the fence is about
twenty yards that way past the trees. He’s got it wired with cameras, but
they’re stationary and face out beyond the lot. He’s been meaning to fix that.”
    “Hmm.”
    “You’re sure the wolves aren’t coming back?”
    “For now,” Derek said. “I’ll be able to hear them if
they get within a couple of miles of the place. I don’t think they planned on
you not killing me.”
    I smiled, running my hands across his shoulders.