Seduced by the Moon. Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

       Chapter 7

      Gavin read Skylar Donovan easily and checked his concerns. She was only his business up to a point. After that, his feelings for her couldn’t interfere with a task that was too weighty for distractions.

      He’d seen the demon. Facing it again, he had survived. And that was one hell of a mystery.

      The thing hadn’t attacked. If it had scented him and identified him as a Were—one it had created in a bloody mess of poisoned flesh—surely Skylar Donovan’s presence should also have piqued its interest. All that succulent ivory skin and her sweet, sweet perfume that right now made him want to look at her instead of the road.

      The beast couldn’t have missed that.

      No beast could have missed it.

      Case in point was his own inexplicable longing for her. More than anything, he wanted to stop the car and show her he could maintain some control if he was allowed to have her.

      It wasn’t only his vow to protect the public that made him want to see to Skylar’s safety. It was sheer, unadulterated greed. He wanted to save Skylar Donovan for himself.

      She was the sum total of everything he’d lost when that beast attacked him, and so much more. She was lace and perfume, defiance and mystery in a slick feminine casing that escalated his need for those things. He’d be damned if he’d allow the monster to harm one hair on her beautiful head.

      Despite this newfound possessiveness, he realized that Skylar really wasn’t his to keep. She was human, and he wasn’t. Oil and water didn’t mix. Neither should wolf and human DNA.

      He’d kissed Skylar and wanted his mouth on hers now. Her plush lips were all he thought about when they weren’t confronting giant rabid werewolves that by all rights shouldn’t exist.

       I shouldn’t exist, either, as I am now. You deserve better, Skylar.

      But maybe she’d been sent here from the heavens as the kind of distraction that would keep him sane and grounded?

       Don’t look for excuses.

      He might be torn apart by the depth of his longing for her, but he had to let this woman go, keep his distance, harness his thoughts and get away from her as soon as possible because his resolve was already weakening where she was concerned, and his energy was needed elsewhere.

      The beast had returned. He’d seen it. Instead of taking it down, he’d been seriously unprepared, due in part to Skylar.

      “No more kissing.”

      Though he muttered this softly and to himself, she heard it.

      “Is that a promise?” she said.

      Grimacing, rubbing his forehead, Gavin felt conflicted. By being here with Skylar he was allowing the monster to get away. By allowing it to get away, he was helping Skylar Donovan avoid the ugly fate that had befallen him.

      “Nothing personal,” he said to her.

      “If you say so.”

      Lights appeared around them too quickly. Gavin drove the car into the motel parking lot at the edge of town and switched off the engine. They got out of the car without speaking.

      She slammed the door.

      “Just give them my name.” He pointed to the office.

      “Ranger Harris has carte blanche here?”

      “It’ll do unless you run up a tab.”

      She tilted her head. “You actually have a tab in this place?”

      Gavin nodded. “I sometimes need to crash before the long drive home.”

      “Then you don’t live close by.”

      “Close enough when I haven’t been up for several nights in a row. Way too far away otherwise.”

      Skylar Donovan walked around the car and right up to where he stood. “You’re going back out there, aren’t you?”

      “I’m on duty for another hour or so.”

      He worked hard to keep his hands to himself, unsure of why he was so attracted to Skylar that he’d want to push the limits of his self-control, or delay his highly charged personal vendetta.

      This leggy blonde was just so blessed tempting, the choice seemed tough. It was as if she’d gotten under his skin and nestled there alongside the wolf.

      “Does that mean you have to be alone?” she asked.

      “Tonight it does.”

      “Why? Why would you take that chance and go back out there when you know we were followed?”

      “It’s what I do, Skylar. It’s something I have to face and take care of without risking harm to others.”

      Skylar. He liked her unusual name and liked saying it. Outside of her evident ornery streak, he liked everything about Skylar Donovan that he’d seen so far. Maybe he even liked that stubborn streak.

      She might be small, yet she was no shy flower. She was too courageous for her own good, though. She had walked up that mountain alone tonight without being sure of finding him.

      Somehow, at that moment, she seemed a lot more than just temptation in tight blue jeans. The delicious scent that had lured him to her in the first place wafted around her like a corona. Golden hair caressed her shoulders in uncombed waves highlighted by shafts of moonlight escaping the cloud cover. The same moonlight that made his forehead dampen with the strain of withholding his wild side.

      “So you admit we were followed and have no idea who it might have been?” she asked.

      He shrugged to hide the evidence of another unruly spike in his heart rate that pulsed upward and into his jaw. Hell, he wanted to get under her skin, seize the moment and take some long-overdue R&R while he could. Surely that was fair after what he’d been through?

      When she’d left the cabin, after what had almost taken place in her bedroom, Skylar had tugged on her shirt—the same shirt he’d removed in a fit of passion—without properly stretching it into place. Narrow sections of bare skin showed above the waistband of her jeans—smooth, pale and terribly seductive.

       No way.

       Can’t have you.

       I’ve got to go back out there.

      All true warnings, but Gavin’s body argued adamantly against them, and against reason. Having sampled her, tasted her, felt her beneath his hands, his body repeatedly returned to those sensations as though she’d been imprinted on him. After looking into her big green eyes and finding a shared connection, Skylar Donovan truly did feel like part of his future.

      This wasn’t right, of course, or normal. She was just a woman he had stumbled upon who’d ended up striking his fancy. Her open-mindedness in terms of sex and lust and freely meeting her own needs had sealed the deal. That was all. He hadn’t met anyone like her in a long time.

      “Will I see you tomorrow?” She ran her hands over the warm hood of the Jeep the way he imagined her running them over him, and his body responded with a ripple of lustful tension.

      With his pulse erratic and a new pressure in his chest, Gavin said, “In the morning I’ll be back to take you home.”

      “Okay. Until then.”

      When she turned from him, Gavin briefly shut his eyes to block the sight, attempting to keep his distance, keep himself from pulling her back and making a complete fool of himself.

      He