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Category: Romance
Description: Home is where the hideout, er--heart is. Psychic Karen Ridley has been avoiding her family, the Pack, for years. When the Psychic Community turns against her, however, she heads home and right into the arms of her favorite furry childhood friend, Brandon Weis.
eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, 2012 2012
eBookwise Release Date: June 2012

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [212 KB]
Words: 45302
Reading time: 129-181 min.

Brandon thought he showed admirable restraint by not jerking her into another room and having his way with her. He had her in his arms, where she belonged, before leaving the house. He managed not to fall in the pool when she grabbed his hair and pulled him in for a scorching kiss.

The layout of the pool and adjoining guest house was familiar from his brief stay when he was discharged from the Army. He'd stayed only the one weekend it had taken to make his little cabin livable.

For the first time Brandon was glad he'd decided to come back to the pack. With serious thoughts of loosing himself overseas somewhere, he almost hadn't. Thoughts of Karen, then of Diana, drew him home.

With one hand and a foot, he shoved the door open. Her sweet tongue in his mouth, he aimed for the bed. He set her down, stole another kiss, before she pushed him back.

"The door. Shut it," Karen gasped.

She watched him close the door and strip off the too tight tee shirt. Muscles highlighted by the fabric were unveiled in full glory. She followed the dark line of hair to his waistband. Behind the zipper was the bulge of his erection. His dark eyes were intense, meeting hers while she watched him undress.

The button pinged away. The zipper parted and he reached a hand in to free himself. Her breath hitched. Oh, boy. No underwear. His penis jutted proud and free of constraint. She wondered how he even kept a monster like that caged inside the jeans in the first place.

Brandon cocked his head. He looked out from under his lashes as he hooked thumbs in the waistband to draw the denims down. He grinned and shimmied his butt. The muscles in his stomach bunched and smoothed with the motion.

Karen wiped the back of her hand over her mouth.

Oh, Lordy, lordy. Was that drool?

"Nice show."

"Nice? I'm showing you some of my best moves."

"Uh. I'm a hands-on kind of girl. C'mere."

She gave an underhanded wave, and then patted the bed.

He kicked the jeans free of his ankles and walked slowly around the bed.

No, he stalked. Intent.

He was the hunter and she, the prey. The sultry chocolate of his eyes melted her belly.

Brandon grinned, flashing dimple. He pounced. The bed shuddered under his weight as he landed next to her in a crouch and stretched out beside her.

She rolled over to her side and slid a hand over the plane of his chest, following the dark line down. God, he was beautiful. He quivered under her touch, letting her take his shaft into her hand. She squeezed.

Brandon moaned. His head fell back and she was moved with awe at the trust he placed in her.