Read Game For Love: Winter Heat (Kindle Worlds Novella) for Free Online

all these years. As they reached the pile of clothes Samir had shed before turning, he squeezed her hand a little and she squeezed back.
    "Anyway, my dad tried to figure it out. It turns out that even though I want to turn more often, I only have to turn at the full moon," Samir said as he began to dress.
    Becca nodded, as though he had just explained how he saved fifteen percent or more on car insurance. Why wasn't she afraid?
    "So why did you want to turn tonight?"
    Oh boy. That was a tricky conversation.
    "Excitement always riles him up. And I think he, um, especially likes you," Samir explained as he put the last of his clothes back on.
    "Oh."
    They were almost across the field now.
    "We shouldn't talk any more about this in case anyone overhears."
    Becca smiled and made a zipping motion across her lips.

Chapter 12
    B ecca was in a fabulous mood . Ever since Christopher had exhibited a talent for skating, she had lived a monotonous existence.
    School. Skating rink. Sewing machine. Repeat.
    She had lived more in the last twelve hours than in the twelve years before.
    Samir had a bounce in his step too. Becca let her eyes run down his whole body – but there was no sign of the silky white beast he had been a little while ago. She admired instead the godlike physique beside her.
    Samir looked over at her and smiled. Becca was dazzled.
    "Hurry, I want to get you to bed," he said.
    In a rush of happy anticipation she picked up the pace, trying to match his long stride.
    Soon they had reached the stairs.
    "You first." He gestured to the stairwell.
    As soon as she had taken a few steps she could feel his hands on her behind.
    "God, you have a nice ass!"
    She blushed and found herself running.
    She could hear him exhale and pursue her.
    Somehow she beat him to the door of his room. She turned in time to see him run for her.
    His eyes were flashing with excitement.
    He pinned her to the door and kissed her with such passion she went weak-kneed. He pulled back, wrapped an arm around her to support her, and swiped his keycard.
    The door swung open and Samir danced her over to the bed, laughing. She heard the door swing shut.
    Then they were wrestling each other's clothes off.
    Before she could catch her breath, he was inside her again and they were rocking and straining and moaning as one.
    When it was over, he held her close, twining her curls between the fingers of one hand.
    "You're so brave," he told her.
    She smiled against his chest.
    "Aren't you even a little bit scared?"
    "You won't hurt me. And neither will he."
    As soon as she said it she knew it was true.

Chapter 13
    B ecca awoke to the sound of a muffled conversation and a door slamming.
    She sat up and wiped the sleep out of her eyes.
    Samir was pacing the room, pulling at his too-long hair.
    "What's wrong?"
    "The half-pipe is too icy. They're re-building it. The whole event is being put off two days."
    "That's good, right? No one will get hurt."
    Becca had a feeling there was something her sleep-addled brain was missing.
    "Two days out means that the televised half-pipe final happens during the full moon."
    Oh.
    "Are they definitely rebuilding?"
    "Taylor made it sound like it. Though I guess he could have gotten it wrong. I want to check it out. Will you be okay?"
    "Sure. Do you have an extra key card?"
    He slipped her the one from his pocket.
    "You're not going anywhere are you?" he asked.
    "No, I guess not."
    "Okay, good. I'll see you."
    He kissed her absently on the top of the head and disappeared out the door.
    Becca's heart ached for him. This was his big moment. But if he was going to turn into a yeti on the half-pipe there was no way around it – he would have to withdraw.
    She bathed and dressed. He still wasn't back.
    She looked at the television but didn't feel like watching it. She looked out at the mountain view. It was pretty, beautiful really, but it was no match for her nervous energy.
    She grabbed her sketch pad.
    As her mind went back and forth over