Last Night by Savannah Chase
Genre: Erotic Romance/paranormal/contemporary
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The world Aila comes from is one most don’t know exist. Her life lies in the hands of destiny but she is determined to risk it all for one man, Quade. Their worlds were never meant to collide, but something has brought them together. Can love save them or will destiny give them one last night!
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He cupped her face and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Are you okay?”
Her hunger slated along with her panic now that she knew he was safe, and unharmed.
“I couldn’t find you anywhere, and I got worried something had happened to you.”
Quade scooped her up in his arms with ease, and proceeded toward the cabin.
“You have nothing to worry about. We’re safe here and I can take care of myself.”
“I know you can, but this is different,” she said as she cupped his face.
“I’m sorry for worrying you. Now let’s get out of this rain.”
“What about your wood?” she asked as his warm, wet body caressed her cold skin. Droplets of water cascaded down his face, and dripped from his short black hair.
“I’ll come back for it later. It can wait. I thought I could get it done before you awoke but it took a bit longer.”
“Are you hurt? I smelled blood when I came out.”
“I’m fine, I just cut my finger but I’ll survive.”
In a few steps they were inside the warm cabin. Quade nudged the door shut behind them with his foot, and then one after the other kicked off his boots with her still in his arms. He headed for the bedroom where he laid her down on the soft blanket that covered the bed. She watched him go into the bathroom, remove his clothing and wrap a towel around his waist. Aila watched every contour of his body with hunger. Is it even possible to find a more beautiful man than him? She didn’t think so. In her eyes he was perfect. What she wouldn’t give to touch him at that moment. To feel the warmth of his body against hers.
Aila slid off the bed to stand behind him. Heat emanated from him, and soothed her hunger.
Quade turned. “We have to get you out of those wet clothes.” He reached for the top of her shirt and opened it. Little by little his fingers moved lower, freeing each button from its hold. She’d missed these feelings. Being around someone who looked at her not for who she’s known as, but for the woman they had in front of them.
His warm hands slid under her open shirt, and with tenderness he guided it down her arms. The cool air caressed her skin. Her body ached for him, for his touch.
