Werewolf in Seattle: A Wild About You Novel by Vicki Thompson Page A

Henry and Geraldine secretly wanted to start their own pack.”
    “So they wanted children, after all.” Colin had convinced himself that children hadn’t been important to Geraldine, but now he could see why his visits had meant so much to her. “I’ve been a sorry excuse for a nephew, that’s for bloody sure.”
    Luna rested her hand lightly on his arm. “Don’t blame yourself. She wouldn’t want that.”
    Her touch, even though it was muted by the sleeve of his dress shirt, jolted him out of his guilty reverie and tossed him right back into a hot cauldron of lust. He looked into her eyes, and he must have transmitted every bit of that surge of lust with one glance, because she jerked her hand away as if she’d laid it on a hot stove. Yet she held his gaze.
    “Do I scare you?” he asked.
    “Some.”
    “I don’t mean to.”
    “I know. It’s me. I hadn’t spent much time alone with a male Were until you arrived.”
    “Are you ready to call it a night?” He fought the strong urge to reach out and stroke her cheek as he would a frightened child, except she was not a child, and once he started touching her, he wasn’t sure how easily he’d be able to stop. He clenched both hands into fists and wondered if he should make a move. Probably not.
    She moistened her lips. “So you don’t want to go over my income projections?”
    That Southern drawl of hers just might be his undoing. It slid over him like warm honey, and he longed to hear how sweet and seductive that voice would become once he’d introduced her to the wonders of mutual satisfaction. His groin tightened, warning him that there were limits to his self-control.
    “Let’s do that tomorrow.”
    “Okay.” Her eyes searched his, as if uncertain how the dance should go. “Then I’ll say good night.” She turned toward the door.
    He didn’t want her to go, but he didn’t have any reason to ask her to stay that didn’t involve stripping naked. He didn’t think she was ready for that. Of course, he couldn’t be sure what she was ready for, because he hadn’t dealt with a virgin in years, and he was out of practice.
    Then he had an inspiration. “I’m going to set up my telescope on the roof. Do you like stargazing?” After he said it, he groaned inwardly. What an obvious ploy to get a woman alone in the dark.
    She turned back to him, her face alight. “I’ve never tried it, but sure. Geraldine told me how much you used to enjoy it.”
    “Then let’s do that.” At first he was astonished that she didn’t laugh at his clumsy attempt to coax her into an area that contained a bed. Then he realized that she wasn’t sophisticated enough to laugh at what would have been obvious to any other female Were.
    “I’ll go change into jeans and a sweatshirt and come to your room. See you soon.” She hurried out of the library and headed toward the back stairs that were a shortcut to the corridor where she currently had a room.
    Colin followed her out and walked toward the entry hall and the main staircase leading to his wing. As he climbed the stairs, he told himself not to expect the stargazing plan to pave the way for sex. It might, though, and if it did, he’d make sure the experience was all it should be.
    After years of celibacy, Luna deserved excellence, and providing that was his responsibility. He felt the weight of it crushing some of his anticipation. Then again, as a virgin, she’d have no basis of comparison. She wouldn’t know if he was great, adequate, or dismal.
    The weight lifted and his anticipation returned. He took the rest of the stairs two at a time.

Chapter 8
     
    Luna wasn’t sure what she wanted to happen tonight, but she was thrilled for an excuse to stay with Colin a little longer. Being with him created a buzz of excitement deep inside her body, and for the first time in her life she didn’t try to tamp down that delicious vibration.
    She slipped out of her ivory dress, one she’d carefully chosen for