Wanda
"Are you hungry?"
Gideon's question was not at all what I had expected. I had expected him to throw me over his shoulder like a Neanderthal and carry me off.
"Wanda?" He asked when I didn't answer.
"No." I said, I wasn't hungry, at least not for food.
The corners of Gideon's mouth twisted into a knowing smile.
Crap! He could read me like a book, unlike me. Despite the mate-bond, he was still a mystery to me.
I didn't need to worry about him any longer, because he kissed me in the next moment, leaving me breathless.
He lifted me up with a jerk without interrupting our kiss. One of his hands was still buried in my hair and he had the other under my butt to hold me up.
I had my legs wrapped around his hips, my arms around his neck as I returned his kiss.
Unlike the last time
