High Voltage

How he made her so hot, so wet and so in need of him, was beyond Serena. As they lay sprawled across her queen-size bed, which seemed way too small for this man, she fought for a coherent thought. Some clarity in her mind. She couldn't even recall moving to the bed. The last thing she really, fully remembered was experiencing an orgasm that would make the Guinness Book of World Records.

Not only had it been the most powerful, all-consuming sensation to ever rocket through her body, but it had lingered, going on and on and on. One intense, erotic feeling after another crested over her, filling every crack and crevice until she'd felt as though she were drowning in the most exquisite sensation known to man—or woman.

Stifling a giggle, she plopped her head on Garrett's wide chest. It wasn't possible, she knew, but she could have sworn she came for a good five minutes.

"What's so funny?” he asked in a lazy tone. One arm was draped around her shoulders and his fingers gently caressed her hot skin. Lord, it was a wonder he could even touch her. She felt like every inch of her sizzled from the blaze still burning inside her.

"I didn't know it could be like this. So...” She shook her head. Good just didn't do what had happened between them justice. Phenomenal was a bit closer, but still not quite right. Finally, she said, “Explosive."

Garrett drew in a long breath. His free hand plowed through his hair, lifting it off his forehead and away from his handsome face. She stared up at him, memorizing every single detail—bronzed skin, chiseled cheekbones, squared jaw line. His mouth was made for kissing, there was no doubt about that. Just looking at it gave her the overwhelming desire to scoot a little closer and press her lips to his.

His arm tightened around her. Her impulsive kiss turned into one long, hot, passionate lip-lock that left her breathless. When they finally came up for air, she felt the tingling sensations build inside her once more. Christ, she could probably orgasm with just a kiss from this man.

Shaking her head in amusement, she returned her cheek to his chest. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but I think I set a record for the world's longest climax earlier."

"Hmm,” he murmured in his sexy, intimate tone. “That's a huge compliment."

She grinned. “Yes, it is."

"Actually,” he said as he shifted on the bed, rolling onto his side and forcing her to do the same. They lay face-to-face, staring deeply into each other's eyes. Garrett's fingers swept over her cheek, sending little pinpricks of desire straight to the heart of her. “I can't take all the credit. It was just as good for me. We're a perfect fit—in every way. And these feelings...” He cupped her face and said in a very serious tone, “They're real, Serena. More real than anything I've ever known."

Her heart skipped several beats. She continued to stare at him, speechless.

Was he serious? Lord knew that what she felt went far beyond anything she'd ever experienced in her twenty-seven years. But was it potentially detrimental to her heart to believe that Garrett had similar feelings? That what had transpired between them tonight was more than just physical attraction? More than just really hot sex?

She tried to gauge his thoughts as she looked into the beautiful green irises that glowed vibrantly against his tanned face. They were as dark as emeralds, yet as clear as glass. She could see certainty in his eyes. Pure, absolute certainty. It was so vivid, so untainted, so real, that it should have unnerved her.

Something had definitely happened between them this evening.

Something deep and meaningful. Substantial and ... lasting.

"You feel it, too, don't you?” she whispered. She couldn't stop the words, but they didn't seem to faze Garrett in the least.

His eyes didn't change. They remained fixed on her, as crystal-clear as before. As though he were inviting her beyond his strong, virile veneer to see the true man inside.

Serena's heart constricted. Was he?

She lifted a hand and the pad of one finger traced the bottom lip she had the playful urge to nibble.

What will I find?

The errant thought drifted through her mind, distracting her from the mouth she longed to kiss.

What if the things he said earlier are true?

Her pulsed kicked up a notch or two. He'd tried to convince her that he was the wolf she'd helped during the storm.

Is he?

Her practical mind still struggled with the evidence he'd presented. The evidence she'd seen with her own two eyes. In the bed of her truck, he'd lain in the exact spot as the wolf. The same hip had been injured and bloody. And then ... it had healed. All on its own. There wasn't so much as a faint scar to indicate he'd ever made contact with the front of her truck and the headlight.

As the questions swirled around in Serena's head, her eyes remained locked with Garrett's. She felt entranced by his gaze. So much so that, for a few moments, she seemed to lose all touch with time and space and reality. For several long, suspended moments, everything faded into non-existence except for the man lying before her, willing her with his eyes to believe.

And suddenly, Serena did believe.

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Garrett's fingers twined with hers and he pressed her soft skin to his lips, not breaking their eye contact.