Book 9 Deleted Scenes #02
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Angela came to slowly, aware of the stopped vehicle underneath her and Adrian’s musky scent surrounding her. It was an awful way to wake up, considering that her mate was in the seat next to them.
He’s not in the truck right now, baby, Adrian sent, tightening his arms around her. He’s outside, helping clear a wreck.
Before she could look, Adrian said, the windows are fogged up right now. No one can see us. He didn’t tell her that Ivan probably could. The man had sniper watch over the truck. They had both been asleep when Marc stopped.
Allowed to be herself for one moment, Angela relaxed in his arms, grinning at the feel of waking up with him. It had happened a few times over the months she’d been in Safe Haven and she treasured the memory of each one as much as she loathed them.
Adrian dipped in against her neck, kissing her skin. Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?
Angela tilted her head to allow him access. It was beautiful. You didn’t let go of me at all.
Not unless I have to. Reminded of the precarious situation and short amount of time, Adrian place a kiss to her cheek. Still under the charm, he couldn’t help but try to seduce her. Kiss me?
Caught in the moment of weakness, Angela gave it a brief second of consideration before withdrawing from his arms. “You should go now.”
Angie!
Angela was jolted out of the fantasy by Adrian’s stiff hand on her shoulder. “Wake up before he thinks that’s really happening.”
Angela flushed as she realized everything she had dreamed about was true, except for Adrian making a move on her.
Adrian slid out of her embrace and then out of the truck, not about to draw Marc’s anger when he hadn’t done anything wrong. He slammed the door, angry that he wasn’t able to take advantage of the opportunity he had just been given with her. Angela’s sweet scent was all over his clothes and hands, and in the cabin of the truck. Her hair was even on his shirt. Adrian was in heaven and hell.
Left alone in the truck, Angela settled into his warm spot and was quickly back under the haze of asleep. She couldn’t be held responsible for her dreams and she wasn’t going to try to justify them, especially not to Adrian. All of this was his fault anyway.
Aware of her thoughts on the matter and Marc’s questioning glare, Adrian detoured toward Kendle. He wanted to make sure she checked on Kevin and Ray at some point. He didn’t think he’d slept enough to have the patience yet.
Marc scanned the truck. He hadn’t caught Angela’s dream, but he had noted Adrian’s response to it and approved. He also worried that Angela had asked for something Adrian couldn’t give now because of their deal. Stewing over it, he motioned Kenn and Kyle to take point as he returned to the truck.
Before he opened the door, flashes of Angela’s dream lashed out to steal his breath. After a few seconds, he withdrew, grinning. Angie was horny. When she got like that, her dreams were full of the men around her as the witch explored everything Angela wouldn’t let her during the daytime. It didn’t mean anything, but it had made Adrian uncomfortable enough to make him leave her company to avoid being accused of anything. That meant he was making progress. Please, Marc found Adrian across the small crowd and motioned toward the truck.
Aware that Angela had gone back to dreaming, Adrian groaned. “When am I going to get a break?”
Angela came to slowly, aware of the stopped vehicle underneath her and Adrian’s musky scent surrounding her. It was an awful way to wake up, considering that her mate was in the seat next to them.
He’s not in the truck right now, baby, Adrian sent, tightening his arms around her. He’s outside, helping clear a wreck.
Before she could look, Adrian said, the windows are fogged up right now. No one can see us. He didn’t tell her that Ivan probably could. The man had sniper watch over the truck. They had both been asleep when Marc stopped.
Allowed to be herself for one moment, Angela relaxed in his arms, grinning at the feel of waking up with him. It had happened a few times over the months she’d been in Safe Haven and she treasured the memory of each one as much as she loathed them.
Adrian dipped in against her neck, kissing her skin. Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?
Angela tilted her head to allow him access. It was beautiful. You didn’t let go of me at all.
Not unless I have to. Reminded of the precarious situation and short amount of time, Adrian place a kiss to her cheek. Still under the charm, he couldn’t help but try to seduce her. Kiss me?
Caught in the moment of weakness, Angela gave it a brief second of consideration before withdrawing from his arms. “You should go now.”
Angie!
Angela was jolted out of the fantasy by Adrian’s stiff hand on her shoulder. “Wake up before he thinks that’s really happening.”
Angela flushed as she realized everything she had dreamed about was true, except for Adrian making a move on her.
Adrian slid out of her embrace and then out of the truck, not about to draw Marc’s anger when he hadn’t done anything wrong. He slammed the door, angry that he wasn’t able to take advantage of the opportunity he had just been given with her. Angela’s sweet scent was all over his clothes and hands, and in the cabin of the truck. Her hair was even on his shirt. Adrian was in heaven and hell.
Left alone in the truck, Angela settled into his warm spot and was quickly back under the haze of asleep. She couldn’t be held responsible for her dreams and she wasn’t going to try to justify them, especially not to Adrian. All of this was his fault anyway.
Aware of her thoughts on the matter and Marc’s questioning glare, Adrian detoured toward Kendle. He wanted to make sure she checked on Kevin and Ray at some point. He didn’t think he’d slept enough to have the patience yet.
Marc scanned the truck. He hadn’t caught Angela’s dream, but he had noted Adrian’s response to it and approved. He also worried that Angela had asked for something Adrian couldn’t give now because of their deal. Stewing over it, he motioned Kenn and Kyle to take point as he returned to the truck.
Before he opened the door, flashes of Angela’s dream lashed out to steal his breath. After a few seconds, he withdrew, grinning. Angie was horny. When she got like that, her dreams were full of the men around her as the witch explored everything Angela wouldn’t let her during the daytime. It didn’t mean anything, but it had made Adrian uncomfortable enough to make him leave her company to avoid being accused of anything. That meant he was making progress. Please, Marc found Adrian across the small crowd and motioned toward the truck.
Aware that Angela had gone back to dreaming, Adrian groaned. “When am I going to get a break?”
