Caged Heat(6)

Riel decided to interfere before the two went to blows over Nat Diaz. The cute redhead wasn’t even there, and they were ready to fight for her. “How are you going to get Nat to help me?”

Kane glanced back at Riel. “This is where you’re going to love how friendly I am with her. She told me she wanted to make sure Sam met someone when she came home. I didn’t realize she was supposed to come back so soon, but it seems she wants to play matchmaker. Who better to match Sam with than you?”

Riel’s smile widened. Excitement over the possibly of having Sam see him as more than just a shifter grew inside him. His gaze drifted back to her window. Maybe if they went on a human date she’d be more receptive to him. It was worth a try. He needed to find a way to talk to her without scaring the shit out of her again.





Chapter Two





Sam woke with a start. She was drenched in sweat, and her hair was plastered to her face. Something had disturbed her sleep. She stood and walked toward her window. The moon was out, and she had the sudden urge to strip and walk outside.

What the hell? She wondered if her brain had been damaged during her time in Brazil. She rubbed her hand over her arm, feeling the bumps from the scar of her wound. She’d been bitten by a wolf in the jungle. She rotated her wrist, wincing at the pull from the muscle. She’d always have the scars there. Thankfully, she’d gotten every shot known to man after it happened, and she didn’t feel any different.

Next door, a man was swimming laps in his pool. Her breath caught in her chest. The pool was well lit. She openly gawked at his toned, muscled body as he sliced through the water. His powerful legs pushed him forward while his arm muscles contracted with every stroke. There was a tattoo on the man’s back. It was big, but she couldn’t quite make it out with all his movements.

A strange heat coursed through her body and settled in her womb. She inhaled, closed her eyes, and was shocked by what she smelled. A combination of man, fierce need, and untamed animal invaded her senses. Oh god. Something was definitely wrong with her. What should she do? Call a doctor? A vet? A priest? A battle of wills ensued between her mind and her hormones. Her hormones won by a landslide, and she took another peek down at the man in the pool. Her nipples pebbled, her pussy clenched, and her breath hitched. He stopped swimming and glanced at her window. Panic swarmed her. She hadn’t turned on the lights, and her room was enveloped in darkness. Could he see her? She hoped not. From where he was she made out his features clearly. Was that…? Holy shit! It was him. The only man she’d ever wanted so badly she went mute around him. Riel Karven. He was her neighbor?

His gaze was stuck on her window. And hers was stuck on his body. His big, sexy body. She ate him up slowly as her vision roamed down his muscular torso. He’d gotten much bigger since the last time she’d seen him five years ago. Bigger and hotter. A soft whimper slipped through her lips. He stalked toward the edge of the pool in her direction as if he were coming for her. She took hasty steps back and away from the window. It didn’t matter that she was in a second story with a yard between them.

She continued to move away from the window until her back hit the bedroom door. For a second there, he’d looked like he was going to leap up to her window and—and what?

It caught her by surprise that Riel lived right next door to her. She’d been in lust with the man since she had seen him the first time when she was a teenager. If she weren’t so socially inept, she might know more about him than just how hot he was. And boy was he hot. He was also a wolf shifter and really dangerous.

With her skin blazing a white-hot fire, she went into the bathroom attached to her room. A shower would help her…or she’d internally combust. She felt flushed under her tanned skin. Was she running a fever? Maybe she really was sick. Or maybe she was just a pervert lusting after her neighbor. Sucia! Yeah, she was a very dirty-minded girl.

After she turned on the shower, she stripped off the sweaty pajamas. When the cool water caressed her skin, she moaned at the wonderful sensation. Every pore in her body sighed in happiness. She shut her eyes, let the water drip over her head, and automatically pictured the sexy werewolf from across the yard.

She panted, the sounds reverberating in the small, enclosed space. Her breathing turned erratic as air fought its way in and out of her lungs. She visualized him touching her. The only thing filling her mind were images of his hands fondling her breasts and squeezing at her nipples. Desire rose like a wave, urging her to go next door and get him. When she glanced down, her own hands mimicked the touches he gave her in the fantasy. She whimpered. She trailed a hand down her stomach and dipped between her thighs into her pussy lips. Fire rushed down to her core. Panting and almost buckling, she drew circles over her clit, flicking on the engorged nubbin. It took an insurmountable force of will to bite down on her lip to keep from calling out to him.