Trust Me: Matty and Kayla, Book 1 of 3 (The McDaniels Brothers) (12 page)

“I’m okay. I mean, my side hurts and I have a terrible headache, but I’m okay.” She backed up on the bed, her eyes wide.

She looked like she was about to run screaming from the room, so he went to the fireplace under the pretense of adding wood in order to give her some space. The last thing he needed was for her to get spooked and take off. Then he’d have to chase her down, and that certainly wouldn’t earn her trust, which he desperately needed if he was going to get them out of this mess.

“Who are you?” she asked softly. “What were you doing out there? And how did you manage to get us away from the wolves?”

He paused a moment, trying to think of how to answer each question without scaring her, but knowing there was little time for coddling. Tomorrow night he had to meet the other packs armed with both a good explanation for his behavior and a resolution to the problem.  Anything less would spell disaster.

He opted to give her bite-sized bits of information for now. Once she’d rested and they’d gotten her pain under control, he’d delve into the heavier, hard to swallow stuff.

“My name is Liam Albrecht. You’re in my home just outside of Pray, Montana, a few miles from where you were attacked. I was out hiking when I heard the commotion.” Jesus, when he’d se
en her, bloodied and on her back, he’d nearly lost his mind.

He shoved the thought away and offered her what he hoped was a comforting smile. “Amalie
Baptista, nature photographer, yes?”

She nodded wordlessly, eyes still glassy. He’d given her the basics, and before he said anything else, he needed to get her into a more stable frame of mind.

“I’m going to get you some food and something to drink. There’s some aspirin on your nightstand along with a bottle of water. I’ll be back soon. Try to rest while I’m gone. I’ll answer all of your questions when I get back. Don’t be afraid, Amalie. You’re safe here.” He turned to go, but her shrill call stopped him.

“Wait! Please, don’t go. Something…strange happened out there. I can’t remember, but I know something isn’t…” she trailed off, confusion clouding her dark eyes.

He hated leaving her like this, but she needed sustenance and time to rest. If she didn’t regain some of her strength before he told her the truth, the shock could send her into a tailspin.   

“One hour. I promise.” He left, shutting the door behind him with a snap.

Yep. One hour before he had to tell beautiful, strong, amazing Amalie Baptista that her life would never be the same.

When he made his way back to the room with a dinner tray sixty minutes later, he knocked but received no answer. He let himself in, shutting the door behind him, and looked toward the bed. She was sprawled out, dressed in only his
T-shirt, the blankets kicked to the floor during what appeared to be a fitful sleep. He set the tray on a table next to the bed with every intention of leaving, but his mouth went dry as he stood over her.
Man, was she gorgeous.
Long, shapely legs and that plump ass… He pushed away the carnal thoughts.

She muttered softly in her sleep and he strained to understand what she was saying, but all he could make out was the word “hot.” Unfortunately, that was enough. He’d hoped for another half a day, maybe more, to work up to an explanation before she began to show any symptoms. Now, however,
it seemed he’d be lucky if he had a few hours before she sensed something amiss within her. The time for coddling was over.

He laid his hand gently on her back and spoke her name to wake her. She was indeed hot, the heat of her skin burning through the
T-shirt and heating the skin of his hand.

Amalie instantly pressed back toward his touch. She moaned, and he swore under his breath as he tried to remain detached. He needed to help her deal with the changes she was going through, not take advantage of her weakness.

As he moved to pull his hand away, she protested, rolling onto her back. Eyes still closed, she sat up and tugged the T-shirt over her head. She sank back onto the bed, naked but for the bandage on her side, and he wanted to throw his head back and howl. Her breasts were magnificent, golden and full, and blood rushed to his groin at the sight. The need to cover her…to make her his…to slide his cock in and out until she screamed his name, was almost overwhelming.

She took his hand again, and pressed it to her shoulder, moving it down her arm, then back up and over to the other arm. The whole time, she made sleepy, sexy humming sounds in the back of her throat.

He groaned out loud, trying desperately to steel himself against her silken skin and erotic murmurs. She wasn’t herself. The hunger was upon her, and she was caught in the throes. He needed to put a stop to this, but he simply couldn’t muster the will to pull away.

Her eyes flickered open and she peered at him through a thick fringe of black lashes. Her face was flushed, her brown eyes glassy, her breathing coming in short, choppy gasps. “I feel…funny. Hot,” she murmured.
“But no pain at all. What did you give me? Surely aspirin wouldn’t have helped that much. Everything seems so crisp and clear. And something is strange. I should be mortified right now. But I’m entirely unconcerned about being naked in front of you.”

In fact, as her gaze raked over his body, she seemed rather put out that he wasn’t naked as well. Taking the hand she still held, she cradled her cheek with his palm. Then, with slow but infinite purpose, she dragged his fingertips down her neck and across her breast. She arched
into his grasp until he cupped her, whimpering as her nipple pebbled beneath his touch. Another blade of lust sliced through him and he pulled his hand back as if burned. The second he escaped her grasp, she trapped him again, this time, winding her arms around his neck. He tugged at her wrists, but her mouth was on his, open and hot. She licked at him gently, pressing for entry and he couldn’t refuse her.

Helplessly, almost of its own volition, his hand moved back to cover her breast, kneading first one then the other.
So soft. So lush. He growled and she growled back, biting and sucking at his bottom lip.

Insanity.
It was pure insanity, and he could no more stop it than he could the moon from rising.

She used her weight to draw him down, slowly, inexorably toward the bed next to her. Once he was seated, she wasted no time, climbing onto his lap and straddling him. She pressed her sweet heat against his denim-encased erection and pushed his mouth to her breast. Thoughts of refusing her sizzled away again at the sight of her naked flesh offered so willingly. He latched onto her nipple and sucked hard, his body temperature sky-rocketing as she rhythmically ground her softness against his throbbing cock.

He was strong —the fucking alpha— and she was laying him low with her uninhibited responses. He needed to push her away, to focus on the things he needed to tell her, but she was making it damned near impossible. The scent of her want hung thick in the air, and it was driving him a little more insane with every indrawn breath. If he didn’t stop now, there would be no stopping.

Calling on the last shred of his rapidly waning willpower, he tore his mouth from her breast.

“Amalie, we can’t. You’re going to hurt yourself. There are things we need to discuss. Dammit!” he ground out as she continued to flex her hips against him. He grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her. Unfortunately, that only succeeded in thrusting her gorgeous breasts an inch from his face. He closed his eyes, but the sight of her ripe body was burned into his brain forever.

She pushed
and wriggled beneath him and he opened his eyes. Desperation shone in her gaze. “Please. I’m begging you. Don’t stop.”

He bit back a curse as the truth of his situation became painfully clear. The hunger was rampant in her now. She would not,
could
not listen to what he had to say in her current state.

He needed her relaxed, and there was only one way to get her there…

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Fix You: Bash and Olivia, Book #3

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Down and Dirty
(book #2 in the Dare Me series)

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Christine Bell is the USA Bestselling Author of Adult and New Adult contemporary romance novels. She and her handsome hubby currently reside in Pennsylvania with a four-pack of teenage boys and their two dogs, Gimli and Pug. If she gets time off from her duties as maid, chef, chauffeur, or therapist, she can be found reading just about anything she can get her hands on, from Young Adult novels to books on poker theory. She doesn’t like root beer, clowns or bugs (except ladybugs, on account of their cute outfits), but lurrves chocolate, going to the movies, the New York Giants and playing Texas Hold 'Em.

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