Free EnemyMine by Aline Hunter Page A

said
anything.”
    “I wanted to,” he hissed when she unconsciously shifted her
hips, pressing her thigh against his thick erection. “You have no idea how hard
it was to keep my hands off you.”
    “Then why did you?” God knows if he’d made a move she
wouldn’t have stopped him.
    “I didn’t know how deep your ties to your family were. I
wanted you to trust me before I told you the truth. I didn’t want you to be
afraid of me.” A flash of pain crossed his face. “You ran from me when you
learned what I am.”
    “I’m so sorry.” The hurt in his expression caused something
in her chest to break— hard . “When my family…all the guns…and then you…”
She gulped. “I panicked.”
    “Understandable.” He took a deep breath and released it
slowly. “There’s nothing we can do to change what happened. Dwelling on the
past won’t do either of us any favors. We can only move forward. That’s why
it’s so important that I’m honest with you now, that you understand exactly
what you mean to me.”
    “Mate?” she whispered, remembering he’d put a stop to the
heavy petting when she said the word. “Is that what you mean? Is that what you
want me to be?”
    “No, that’s not what I want you to be.” She frowned and he
corrected, “It’s what you are . Mine. My mate.”
    Then it all clicked.
    This wasn’t casual sex. He didn’t want her for a quick romp.
    Emory wanted to make her his .
     
    A crease formed between Mary’s brows as she processed the
information he’d given her. Her lower lip vanished between her teeth and he
clenched his jaw, forcing back a growl of need, want and desire. No one had
affected him like Mary and no one would. That was what she needed to understand
and come to terms with.
    Finally, she asked, “Is that shifter lingo for girlfriend?”
    He grinned at how perplexed she sounded. “No, angel eyes. It
means you’re my other half. The woman I want to spend the rest of my life
with.”
    Her beautiful brown eyes went wide. “You don’t even know me.”
    “Don’t I?” He rolled his hips so that his jean-clad cock
made contact with her pussy. Her eyes slid closed and she moaned.
    “It’s chemistry.” Mary sighed, arching her back. “You don’t
have to know someone to share that.”
    The wolf inside him snarled, wanting to prove just how wrong
she was.
    Hell no.
    He would not allow her to think chemistry was the only thing
responsible for her reactions to him. He moved away from her, so a sliver of
distance separated their bodies. She opened her eyes and glared at him, her
sexual frustration apparent as her full lips pursed into a sexy frown.
    “There’s more than chemistry at work here. Concentrate on
your emotions, think about the way you feel.”
    “Right now I feel annoyed,” she grumbled.
    “But you feel secure too, don’t you?” He left her wrists go
and trailed his fingers down her arms. “You’re in a room with me, all alone in
bed. But you’re not scared. You’re not running away. In fact, you’re burning me
alive with the way you smell, how you fit against me and how eager you are.”
His nostrils flared as he pulled her scent into his nose. He floated in the
fragrant scent of her pussy—hot, sweet and all Mary—and his cock throbbed as he
imagined tasting for the first time.
    Her scowl slowly faded. “I’ve always felt safe with you,”
she confessed, cheeks turning a breathtaking shade of pink. “I’m not sure why.”
    “It’s because deep down you know you’re meant for me.” He
met her gaze. “You know we’re meant for each other.”
    “That’s not possible. Love at first sight only happens in
cheesy romance movies.”
    “What we have is more than love at first sight.” He skimmed
his finger along her shoulder. “In fact, what I want to share with you makes
love laughable in comparison.”
    She trembled when he lowered his body so they touched once
more. “You’re trying to tell me something.”
    He chuckled.