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hand on either side of her body. “Aye, I know. How long have you been aware, and when exactly were you planning on telling me?”
    His scent overwhelmed her, and another hunger rose to the surface in a rush. Not ready to have this discussion, she let lust consume her. Mentally she flipped through her arsenal of feminine wiles, pulled out her sexiest come-hither smile, and allowed it to form on her face. Then she reached out and grazed his torso with her nails, beginning with his ripped abdominals, past bulging pectorals, to settle on his rock-hard deltoids.
    “Stop trying to distract me. We need to talk.” He grabbed her hands and pushed them down to her sides, holding her in place.
    Determinedly Shay wriggled around and kicked with her feet until the covers slid down around her waist. Arching her back to draw his attention to her bare, puckered breasts, she licked her lips and exhaled his name on a sigh. “Rory.”
    “No, Shay.”
    “Fuck me.”
    He growled, and she felt her cream coat her thighs. God, she loved it when he went primal on her. His nostrils twitched, and his eyes began to change, the gold edging out the hazel. To add to the temptation, she spread her legs wide and shifted around under the sheet until even she could smell her arousal.
    “We will discuss this,” he stated as he snatched the sheet off the bed and looked down at her naked body.
    Shay’s gaze followed his, and she noticed her pubic hair was already glistening with moisture. Only this man had the power to make her this wet without even trying.
    Rory stood and yanked down the zipper of his faded blue jeans. The bulbous head of his engorged cock popped out to bob against his abdomen. He snarled as he shoved the pants down his legs. “Don’t think you’ll control me with sex. We will discuss the babe and our future together.”
    “Whatever, just get that cock in me where it belongs.”
    He planted a knee on the bed. “As long as you realize—”
    The phone rang.
    “Don’t answer,” Shayla commanded, already reaching out to pull him over her.
    He glanced at the caller ID. “It’s Alex, probably wondering where we are.”
    Loyalty to Kee warred with lust while the phone continued to ring. She noticed the time on the bedside clock. Darn, they really didn’t have time to fool around. The wedding was scheduled to start at six. It was almost three now. Finally she pushed Rory away with a sigh. “Better answer. If you don’t, they’ll keep calling.”
     

Chapter Three
    Sitting on the edge of the mattress, Rory snatched up the receiver and snarled, “McFelan.”
    “Hate to interrupt the happy reunion, but your mate’s parents have arrived and are asking questions. My mate’s ready to kill someone. You think you two could put a halt to the festivities and get here?” Alex asked.
    Rory gazed at Shay, who was still laid out like a veritable banquet before him, and mentally calculated how much time he had to feast and still arrive on time. “Fifteen minutes and we’ll be on our way.”
    “Make it five and I’ll keep Kiesha from castrating you as she’s threatening to do.”
    Rory’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. “Ten minutes and remind your mate we’re family now.”
    Alex choked on a laugh and started coughing. “Yeah, that will go over real well. How ’bout I wait till after the wedding to let her know that little tidbit?”
    “Fine, whatever. Clock’s ticking,” he reminded Alex. As he went to hang up the phone, he heard Alex call, “Rory?”
    “Yeah?”
    “No claw marks. The dresses Kiesha picked out are pretty revealing.” Alex disconnected.
    Rory scowled at Shayla as he tossed the phone back in the cradle. “What does your bridesmaid’s dress look like?”
    She stared at him like he didn’t have all his faculties intact. “What! What did Alex have to say?”
    “Your parents are asking about you, and your cousin’s homicidal. Now answer my question. Just how revealing is the dress you’ll be