A couple’s first kiss is always a breathtaking moment. Will it be wonderful? Will it suck? Will it be light and playful or deep and intense? When Brick and Kim kiss for the first time, her reaction isn’t what he’s expecting. Take a look…
For disgraced physician Kim Sharpe, Fire Creek was supposed to be a sanctuary, a place to hide from media scrutiny and the public eye. But when a group of wolf shifters break into her clinic and demand she save the life of a packmate, her serene world unravels. And when the wolf dies despite Kim’s efforts, she’s dragged into a hunt she can’t control, led by a man she desperately wants to understand.
All shifters live with their beasts, but Chris “Brick” Preston’s is dangerously close to the surface. And it wants Kim. Sex keeps the beast sated for now, but unless Kim can help him find a more permanent solution, Brick risks becoming a feral, banished–or put down–by his pack.
With each incredibly intense encounter, Brick and Kim grow closer. But time is not on their side. When Kim is faced with betraying the pack in order to save Brick’s life, the consequences may be more than they can survive.
Both the wolf and the beast were quiet at the touch of Brick’s mouth on Kim’s. His heart roared with approval, while his mind splintered into a million pieces. She was responsive, opening beneath his assault, allowing his tongue to sweep across hers.
A low sound, a moan of encouragement, reached his ears, and any hesitancy he felt toward the physician melted away. He’d been sure she’d rebuke his advance and had almost been waiting for her to push him away.
But instead, she gave him sweet entrance, and it took everything within him not to coerce for more.
She was achingly soft. Delicate and feminine, and he celebrated it. The scent of her healer’s magic wrapped around him, and it sent images of beautiful things swimming through Brick. This was nature’s call coming from a human and he couldn’t explain it and it didn’t matter and it was the best taste of heaven and torturous purgatory twisted together until he was lost. Utterly, completely and madly lost by an intimate touch with the woman he didn’t know.
“Wow,” she whispered, lips brushing his.
Brick’s heart punched his ribs, blood rushing so hard through his ears that he should have been deaf to the one-word reaction. But his gaze remained locked on her moist lips and he read the word more than heard it. He knew the word too because it echoed from his soul. Wow.
The wolf grinned at him, tongue lolling out of its open mouth. Its eyes flashing with mischief. Encouraging, if ever he saw it.
He lowered his face toward hers again, capturing anything else she might have said. The magic rushed back in, inciting his passion and hunger. His teeth gently nipped at the plump fullness of her lips, a moan her reply. Kim twisted toward him, putting her hand against his head and bringing them closer.
He tasted the night and the moon and her magic. Like nothing before he’d ever experienced.
“God.” A gasp for air.
He dove in again, addicted. Soon he’d have to touch her too. Despite every promise to himself to be a gentleman, to take things slow with his shy doctor, she kindled a fire within him. The wolf felt it too, the dangerous headiness of it.
He had to have her.
The kiss left the comfort of her lush mouth, finding the delicate skin of her chin and neck. She made a soft sound as he tasted the flesh there, tested her responses. The urge to move over every inch of her body, no matter how long it took, to find the areas that made her moan with pleasure or sigh with delight, burned bright within him.
If he didn’t draw back now, he’d roll them onto the grass and slip his hand beneath her clothing to touch her. The pink bra—God, that wonderfully feminine pink bra—would be exposed to his viewing pleasure.
If he didn’t stop now.
Kim’s eyes were wide. “Where on earth did you learn to kiss like that, mister?” She brought a trembling hand to her flushed cheek. “That was…”
Amazing. Incredible. Hot.
Brick frowned at her word choice. “That wasn’t what I thought you were going to say.” He forced himself to press both shoulder blades to the tire. Otherwise he might go for a third round of taking her.
“Oh, no. I mean that in a very good way.” She seemed to hasten to add, “There’s definitely some chemistry there. It’s never been that intense with someone I just met is all.”
Brick wanted to howl his approval. “There’s something there,” he said instead. “I guess you’re in the habit of kissing men you’ve just met?”
“Every chance I get. As soon as he makes another appearance, I’m locking lips with Knox next.”
Chuckling, Brick shot her a daring look.
Kim again touched her fingers to her lips, as if taking a few seconds to relive the memory of their kiss. He studied her motion, the half-lidded daze, and wanted to sink her finger into his mouth. But if he did that, he wouldn’t stop there, taking the time to taste her palm, her wrist, the delicate skin in the crook of her arm.
God only knew why the compulsion surged so strongly with him with a woman he didn’t know at all, but he ached for her. His cock had thickened every time he touched her, the response not surprising. The scent of her hair, the soft texture of her shirt, the fullness of her lips all conspired against him. Images and thoughts of being inside her bombarded him while they’d kissed, and already he had a good idea of what she’d sound like while being thoroughly pleasured. Every low moan of hers a wicked and tempting foreplay.