BOOKED EVERY NIGHT

EXCERPT

 

Nothing eased his wolf like holding her. The wolf would be happy to stay that way––until he wanted her again.

 

“I can’t move,” she gasped.

 

“Then don’t,” he murmured, pressing a kiss against her forehead.

 

She relaxed then, her breathing slowly easing as his fingers traced the length of her spine. “When will we leave?” she asked.

 

“Soon,” he answered.

 

“I miss him,” she said, a completely different type of longing in her voice.

 

He hugged her close, rolling her beneath him. “Do you want to leave now?”

 

“I don’t think I can walk,” she answered, looking exhausted—but happy.

 

“Are you complaining?” he asked, nuzzling her nipple.

 

“Are you trying to kill me?” she asked.

 

But all he saw was her nipple, tight and hard and demanding his attention. “You want me.”

 

She looked at him. “Yes. But I need to see Oscar.”

 

“Your son?” he asked, watching the love in her smile.

 

She nodded.

 

“Then let’s go.” He pushed off the bed, groaning at the vision she made. Her body was flushed, bearing several

patches of darkened skin where he’d sucked too hard too long. And damn, but he’d do it again. Her hair was a mess, and she looked beautiful. “One more time?”

 

She shook her head, her eyes going wide. “Seriously?”

 

He looked down at the evidence of his arousal.

 

“Seriously.”

 

She sat up, her hand clasping him—

 

“Mr. Dean?” Brown called through the door. “You have a phone call.”

 

Jessa jumped back, burrowing under the covers. Finn laughed. “Coming,” he answered.

 

Jessa threw a pillow at him. “You take your phone call. I’ll take a shower—”

 

“What if I like you all sweaty and smelling like me?”

 

Her cheeks were red, but she looked him in the eye and said, “Then you’ll have to do it again, later.”

 

He tugged up his boxers. “Deal.”