“You’re making this impossible.”

“Want me to stop?”

“No.”

He needed to hurry so he could bury himself inside of her. He dried away the water around her wound.

Nails scraped him ever so gently.

“Antiseptic,” he murmured finding it and swabbed her wound with the oily liquid.

She moved on the counter and spread her legs

drawing his eyes to the curls between her thighs.

Pheromones enveloped him. His ears picked up the subtle sound of her body clenching. As if her womb beckoned him.

“Bandage,” he stopped thinking about her throbbing tight body and hurried.

She giggled.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Moving forward so the tip of his erection sat against her heat, she lifted her hips, taking in his tip. Once, twice… he wrapped her arm. Three, four…

There wasn’t any tape so he circled her arm one last time before tucking the end inside.

Practically throwing the supplies aside he place one hand on each side of her, locking her hips in place.

“Vixen.” With that, he drove himself home.

Chapter Nine

Reminding her of her youth, Kate and Richard snuck in the house before the sun came over the horizon. They had made love no less than four times during their hours in the pool house, leaving them sore and exhausted. Thrilled and rejuvenated.

“I want to go in there with you,” Richard confessed at her bedroom door.

“If Joey crawls into bed with me he will be a little more than shocked.”

“I won’t mind.” His wicked grin disappeared as he found a spot behind her ear that drove her mad.

He had only discovered it in the last hour and already he was using it for his own personal gain.

Trying her best to concentrate on the conversation, and not the delightful things he was doing with his tongue, Kate murmured, “Joey needs time to adjust. His life is upside down right now.

Finding us together could be difficult for him.

“Ahhh… You don’t play fair.” Her body responded to his touch, despite her fatigue.

Richard moved away, lazy, brown eyes half-mast with passion. “Tomorrow.”

The thrill of knowing he would be there was so much more than she expected. “Tomorrow.” One last series of kisses, and he walked away.

Part of her left with him.

Closing the door behind her, she floated to her bed, fell on the pillow, and slept soundly.

****

As expected, Joey was by her side when she opened her eyes, his little arms clenching a blanket he’d owned since birth. His mouth open, and his

breaths came in quiet little pants.

Kate brushed a lock of hair away from his sleeping face and watched her son sleep.

He was beautiful.

With a heart full of love and a body satisfied with passion from a night with Richard, Kate slowly moved off the bed.

She was right to keep Richard from sleeping in the same bed as her. Joey wouldn’t understand.

Kate turned on the water to the shower and checked the temperature. Inside the steady stream of water washed away her lover’s scent. But the feel of his fingers gliding along her flesh was still present.

His ability to bring her pleasure repeatedly would never be forgotten. And it wasn’t over yet.

Their time together had just begun.

Smiling, Kate went through the ritual of washing her hair and body with warm soapy water, careful to keep her arm out of the direct path of the spray.

Her body ached, and not all because of the trauma of her arm. She felt like a woman again. Not just a mom, although she knew deep down inside that being a mom was the most important thing in her life. Richard’s affection and desire made her more a woman than ever before.

She sent a silent prayer to whoever might be listening and requested that her relationship with Richard would last.

****

Breakfast was a quiet affair, with knowing glances full of laughter. Max watched Richard, who gazed at Kate. Janet raised her brows in question to Kate who gave non-committal shrugs of her shoulders in reply. Richard hardly slept. His body didn’t seem to have the need to fall into a deep oblivion even

though his mind could use the break.

All he could think of was her. Kate. Smiling, laughing and screaming out in ecstasy.

His life had changed. Somehow he knew that becoming a werewolf had very little to do with that change.

Kate was there, slicing through her French toast and replying to comments and questions from Max and Janet. All the while oblivious to the effect she had on him.

“Well, bro, you ready to go?” Max smacked him on the back and got up from the table.

No! He wanted to scream. Instead, Richard pushed his chair back. “Fine,” he conceded defiantly.

Kate got up and started clearing the table of plates.

“I can get those,” James stood from the end of the table and removed the plates from Kate’s arms.

“It’s all right. I can manage.”

“Kate.” Richard spoke out, more forcefully than he expected.

Her eyes moved to his in alarm.

“Your arm, remember.” He sent her a knowing look. “You don’t want it opening up again.” Her cheeks started to flame assuring him she understood his meaning.

Kate lowered her eyes to the floor.

“Ohh…” Janet exclaimed under her hands that hid her grin.

“Is your arm okay, mommy?” Joey asked between bites.

“It’s fine.”

“Can I talk to you a minute?” Richard asked Kate nodding toward the livingroom where he could corner her for a kiss goodbye.

“Umm, yeah.”

As soon as the others were out of sight, he pulled her in his arms. He pressed his lips against hers, and fell into the depths of her mouth.

Once breathless, she pushed him away. “Don’t be late,” she told him.

His heart surged with her words. She was as desperate to return to his arms, as he was to get her there. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” The clearing of Max’s throat broke them apart.

“Ready?” he asked.

One last brush of his lips against hers, and he turned to leave.

****

“Give it up, girlfriend.” Janet sat with a cup of decaf perched to her lips, a glimmer of humor hovered beyond her eyes. There was no way out of kissing and telling.

Truth be told, Kate didn’t mind the invasion of her privacy.

“All I can say is… Oh. My. God!” Laughter took over the room and kept Janet from drinking more of her coffee.

“That good huh?”

“Four times, Janet. Four times. I need to visit your bedroom pharmacy before he comes home.”