Grant opened the door for Natalie, but she slipped under his arm and pushed the tray inside.
“Hey, I would have done that,” he called after her, but she heard the laughter in his voice.
“I’ll make you work for it later. For now, I’ve got two hands and two feet. I can push a cart.”
He chuckled.
She navigated the cart over to the living area then, lifting a silver dome, discovered the most delectable pasta with chicken, mushrooms and wine sauce. “I’ve just died and gone to heaven.”
He lifted the other domed cover and there was his favorite, a T-bone, blood rare. He made an odd gurgling-growling sound, both human and wolf.
Neither was polite. She grabbed her plate and sat cross-legged in a chair scooping the pasta into her mouth. Getting rid of bad guys was intensely hard work. She was famished.
Grant, no less so. He put his plate on the coffee table, picked up the steak with both hands and leaned over enough to keep the juices from hitting the floor.
Her wolf loved it and jumped all around Grant as he ate.
She kept laughing. He smiled as well when his peripheral would catch an iridescent flash here and there.
A bath in his huge tub cam
e next something they shared together. It was long, luxurious and ended with most of the water getting sloshed onto the tile floor as they made love.
Finally, in bed for the day, she still wasn’t ready for sleep. Grant spooned her but kept sighing.
“Can’t sleep?” she asked.
“Not yet.” His voice was a deep resonance against her ear. “How about we check out the Eiffel Tower.”
She rolled onto her back to look up at him. “We could even go naked.”
He nodded and smiled. She could feel the spell surround her as he said, “Begin.”
He then built the dreamglide and within seconds they’d left Phoenix and were hurtling toward Paris. They weren’t physically in the dreamglide this time. Instead, they went the old-fashioned way so that their corporeal bodies were still in bed.
He made love to her back in their new bedroom.
But in the dreamglide, they were soon making a turn around the Eiffel Tower. Paris was the most romantic city in the world and she was here with her wolf.
It was early evening in Paris. The sun was just setting while it was mid-morning in Phoenix. He held her close and kissed her often as the dreamglide flew in a slow circle around the tower.
“You’re making love to me. It’s wonderful to experience both things, seeing so much beauty here while having you inside me on the bed.”
He cupped her face with his hands and kissed her. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. We can go back now if you want.”
He smiled and at the same time dissolved the dreamglide so that she was now back on the bed with his body moving over hers.
He was hard inside her and began to push faster. “You feel so damn good.”
He drove them both to ecstasy, a quick ride full of the bond that now held them together as a couple. She cried out when pleasure came, and he howled a satisfied sound that would remain in her memories forever.
Afterward, as Grant drifted off to sleep, she rose from the bed. She could sense something was yet unfinished.
On instinct, she went to the closet and found one of Grant’s robes. Though it was oversized and dragged on the floor, she put it on.
The end of the running track. She heard Renee’s voice and immediately left the bedroom and went to the far end of the track where she could see three misty forms waiting for her.