Free Enchanted by Nora Roberts Page A

with her eyes locked on his, all she could think was how he had pressed his muzzle against her, how he had been there when she wept.
    She left the door open.
    Though her hand shook, she picked up a cookie, held it out. “It’s probably bad for you, but so many good things are.” She muffled a yelp when he nipped it, with surprising delicacy, from her fingertips.
    She’d have sworn his eyes laughed at her.
    “Well, okay, now we know sugar’s as good as music for soothing savage beasts. One more, but that’s it.”
    When he rose onto his hind legs with surprising speed and grace, set those magnificent front paws on her shoulders, she could only manage a choked gasp. Her eyes, wide and round and shocked, met his glinting ones. Then he licked her, from collarbone to ear, one long, warm stroke, and made her laugh.
    “What a pair we are,” she murmured, and pressed her lips to the ruff of his neck. “What a pair.”
    He lowered, just as gracefully, snatching the cookie from her fingers on the way.
    “Clever, very clever.” Eyeing him, she closed the lid on the cookies and set them on top of the refrigerator. “What I need is a hot bath and a book,” she decided. “And that glass of wine I didn’t let myself have before. I’m not going to think about what someone else wants,” she continued as she turned to open the refrigerator. “I’m not going to think about sexy neighbors with outrageously wonderful mouths. I’m going to think about how lovely it is to have all this time, all this space.”
    She finished pouring the wine and lifted her glass in toast as he watched her. “And to have you. Why don’t you come upstairs and keep me company while I have that bath?”
    The wolf ran his tongue around his teeth, let out a low sound that resembled a laugh and thought,
Why don’t I?
    *  *  *
    She fascinated him. It wasn’t a terribly comfortable sensation, but he couldn’t shake it. It didn’t matter how often he reminded himself she was an ordinary woman, and one with entirely too much baggage to become involved with.
    He just couldn’t stay away.
    He’d been certain he’d tuned her out when she slammed her door behind her. Even though he’d been delighted with that flare of temper, the way it had flashed in her eyes, firmed that lovely soft mouth, he’d wanted to put her out of his mind for a few days.
    Smarter, safer that way.
    But he’d heard her weeping. Sitting in his little office, toying with a spin-off game for Myor, he’d heard those sounds of heartbreak, and despite the block he’d imposed, he’d felt her guilt and grief ripping at his heart.
    He hadn’t been able to ignore it. So he’d gone to her, offered a little comfort. Then she’d infuriated him, absolutely infuriated him, by calling herself a coward. By believing it.
    And what had the coward done, he thought, when a rogue wolf had snarled at her? Offered him a cookie.
    A cookie, for Finn’s sake.
    She was utterly charming.
    Then he had entertained, and tortured, himself by sitting and watching her lazily undress. Sweet God, the woman had a way of sliding out of her clothes that made a man’s head spin. Then, in a red robe she hadn’t bothered to belt, she’d filled the old-fashioned tub with frothy bubbles that smelled of jasmine.
    She’d lit candles. Such a … female thing to do. She ran the water too hot, and turned music on seductively low. As she shrugged out of the robe, she daydreamed. He resisted sliding into her mind to see what put that faraway look in her eyes, that faint smile on her lips.
    Her body delighted him. It was so slender, so smooth, with a pearly sheen to the skin and slim, subtle curves. Delicate bones, tiny feet, and breasts tipped a fragile blush pink.
    He wanted to taste there, to run his tongue from white to pink to white.
    When she’d leaned over to turn off the taps, it had taken an enormous act of will to prevent himself from nipping at that firm, naked bottom.
    It both irritated and charmed