Werewolves in Love 1: Kiss and Kin (13 page)

“What’d she say?” he asked casually and began to suckle the whole areola.

“Aunt Meg said…” she gasped and ground her hips against his, “…she said…oh thank heavens finally.”

“Wait. Huh? Was that you saying that, or her?” He lifted his head, and she giggled at the confusion on his face.

“Her exact words. ‘Oh thank heavens, finally.’ Said she’d always suspected we felt that way and she just prayed we’d figure it out one of these days. I asked her why the hell she hadn’t said something, and she said—” she slipped into her Aunt Meg voice, “—‘Well, sweetie, I just didn’t know what to say. You know I don’t like to pry.’”

“She loves to pry! She lives to pry!” He roared with laughter and she did too, but he didn’t let go of her hands. She wrapped her legs around his waist and began grinding against him again.

“She said something else.”

“What?” he grinned against her neck.

“She said you had to marry me. She can’t wait to be the mother of the bride AND the groom. I think she’s already planned the whole thing.”

He lifted his head to gaze down at her. “You’ll marry me, right?”

“Oh, baby,” she breathed, her heart breaking once again at the question in his eyes. “Let go of my hands.”

Brushing his hair from his eyes, she traced his scar with a finger, reveling in the heat and the love and the tenderness on his face. She slid her fingers into his hair and brought his mouth down to hers.

“Of course I’ll marry you. I’m yours, Taran. I’ve always been yours.”

Kinsey W. Holley lives in Houston with the Hub and the Tomboy Diva, who are jealous of her laptop. She’s been a law librarian for over ten years, and she loves her job, but if she awoke to find herself the JR Ward of werewolves one day, she’d give her notice the next.

For years she’s had people talking in her head—only to each other, never to her (the distinction matters). When it got too crowded up there, she started writing about them. She’s not sure what she’d do if anyone from her church or the Diva’s school found out she wrote sexy romance; she just hopes no one does.

When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with friends and family (the two groups overlap a lot), chatting on the Internet with close friends she’s never met, and hanging out with the Tomboy Diva, who shares her mother’s love of reading and propensity for daydreaming.

You can visit Kinsey Holley (and see pictures of the Diva!) at
www.kinseyholley.com
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