by Kate Hill
Erotic Paranormal Romance
“What have I done?” Bolt said, staring at her with guilt-stricken eyes.
“What I’ve wanted you to do since the moment we met.”
“You… Kiara, you can’t mean that. What kind of man am I? Grit was my closest friend. His body is scarcely cold and I’ve taken his woman. I swore to him that I’d protect you and Jett.”
“Like you said, you can’t do that unless you claim me, but that’s not the only reason. We obviously want each other, Bolt.”
Kiara turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Bolt followed her. She handed him a towel. Instead of using it on himself, he wrapped it around her shoulders and massaged her back lightly as he dried her.
“You haven’t even had time to grieve,” he said.
“Grit was a good man. I couldn’t have found a better friend here in this disgusting place, but we were thrown together. We didn’t choose each other. We decided to make something out of what we had.”
“And if you had a choice?” he whispered in a voice rough with emotion and so close to her that his breath tickled her ear.
“After what just happened, you have to ask? Haven’t you always known?”