Jessica Andersen - Lord of the Wolfyn

“Congratulations.” He nibbled at her ear. “Temptress.”

Her eyes glazed and her breath started coming faster, in the little puffs of excitement he loved so much. “Thanks.” She tipped her head back and moaned a little as he moved to her throat and along the soft line of her jaw. “There’s no guarantee it’ll work, but all the early results are good. At a minimum, we should be able to stop the disease from progressing further. At best, she could get some of the feeling and strength back in her arms.” She turned her lips to his and drew him into a deep, searching kiss. When it ended, she whispered, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

In the aftermath of the op on Rocky Cliff Island, he’d gone to bat for her, not just to keep her safe from prosecution, but to get her added on to a government-affiliated think tank investigating ways to make—and counteract—various types of bioweapons.

He smiled against her mouth, turning down the burner when the water boiled over. “I figured the U.S. of A. was far safer with you working for the government rather than against it.” He’d also made it a condition that the think tank had to support her side project of developing a cure for Singer’s syndrome.

Her bug wasn’t perfect yet, but it was getting there.

When her fingers went to his belt, he glanced at the kitchen clock. “Thirty minutes, you said?”

“Mmm.” She followed the direction of his gaze. “Twenty-five now, but it’s Celeste and Hugo. They’ll understand if dinner’s not done. And besides, I’m sure they can amuse themselves…or each other.” Her eyes glittered, no doubt at the thought of the relationship that had developed between her sister and the FBI agent who’d protected her during the dangers of earlier that year.

With that, she flicked off the burner beneath the boiling water and turned the sauce down to simmer.

Then, without a word, she held out a hand and they walked up the stairs together.

As they stepped into the bedroom, he leaned close and whispered, “I love you.”

She looked up at him, eyes gleaming. “I hope you know you’ve said that once or twice before.”

He smiled, swept her up in his arms and carried her to their bed. “Then I guess that means I finally found something worth repeating.”