Saving the Beast(35)

“I’m not sure I want to control this,” she murmured with a smile.

“I need to go,” he said after a moment. “The sooner I leave, the quicker I can get back here to you.”

“Yes,” she agreed. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“As long as I know you’re safe, I’ll be okay,” he promised.

“I’ll be here waiting,” she said.

There was so much more they had to talk about, things he longed to know about her. Did she have family out there somewhere? Where had she grown up? What did she love to do when she had free time? What was her favorite food? Color? Flower? Did she want a big family? Did she want children at all? Of course that could be a moot point by the time her body left its fertile period behind. She could become pregnant. Part of him longed to see her belly swollen with his child, but a bigger part of him was selfish enough to want to keep her to himself for a while longer.

He headed back toward the front door and picked up the packs, walking over and dropping them in the corner. He patted the bed and watched dust fly up in the air.

“It’s dusty but still seems in pretty good shape.” He lifted it up, checking the underside. “Doesn’t look like anything’s been in here nesting. That’s good. You could put the sleeping bag over it and get a little more rest while I’m gone,” he offered.

“I might do that,” she agreed with a smile.

“I haven’t been too rough on you, have I?” he asked softly.

“No,” she answered. “Not even close.”

“Good,” he said and found his feet tracing a path over to her again. Fuck! He tried to think of Kenzie in an attempt to keep his hands from reaching for Diane again. It didn’t work.

He pulled her against his chest and trailed kisses over her face. She lifted into him, gripping his shoulders and rising onto her tiptoes to meet his lips with hers. Once again, he had her pinned against the door with his hands all over her. He trailed his lips down her neck, tugged her shirt up again and found a tight pink bud with his lips. He sucked greedily on her nipple and heard her moan as she threaded her fingers through his hair.

“Kenzie,” she said and he knew she was doing as he had, trying to remind them both why he needed to go.

He moved his mouth over to the other hard point and offered it similar tribute before straightening again to his feet.

“Get some rest,” he ordered her. “I have plans to keep you busy for hours when I get back.”

She gasped and caught her bottom lip with her teeth. Her gaze was dark with need. He would think of her waiting for him like this. Shirt lifted over her full breasts, both nipples swollen, red and wet from his mouth. His dick jerked behind his zipper, and he wanted nothing more than to release it and take her again. But one more time would never be enough. He would only want her again and again.

He took a deep breath, fighting for control. He stepped away from her and fisted his hands at his sides.

“Lock the door then rest,” he commanded her again, as she slowly pulled down her shirt and eased away from the door. “When I get back, I’m going to fuck you again.”

“Yes,” she squeaked out, making him grin.

“And, Diane,” he said after he stepped on the porch. “We won’t leave that bed for days.”

Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed as desire seemed to ride her hard. He forced himself to turn and leave, trusting her to follow his instructions on locking herself in. He was already counting the minutes until he came back to her.





Chapter Eight





Diane paced the cabin after Zane left. He’d told her to go to sleep, but her body was strung too tightly right now to allow for that. She ached between her thighs, but it wasn’t because of all the sex they’d had. It was with the need to feel Zane there again. God, it made no sense. He’d turned her into a sex addict in less than twenty-four hours.

Now, he was gone again, and though it wasn’t the same as when he’d left before, she couldn’t ease her worry. How long would it take for the fever to rise to the point where his animal fought to seize control again? How long would it take for the fever to leave Zane now that he had his mate? Or would it? Why hadn’t she thought to ask Orsai or Clara these questions before she’d set off after Zane?

She took another glance around the cabin. Maybe she should try to clean it up a bit. There was a water pump over the sink, and she’d seen a broom and dustpan in the corner. He’d said they wouldn’t leave the bed for days. She eyed the mattress warily. His advice was to throw the sleeping bag over it, but she preferred to at least try to get the dust out of it. She gripped the edge and tried to lift. Shit! Zane had made it look as light as a feather the way he’d raised it and glanced underneath. It was heavy—maybe too heavy for her to prop against the wall.