Even though he’d seen the movie plenty of times before, when the T. rex charged the Jeep, David felt the urge to hit the gas and get out of there.
“Jump!” Elizabeth said later, talking to the movie characters. “Grant will catch you!” She turned toward David. “He should have gotten down. He made it all that way up, climbed over, and then suddenly froze? This reminds me of a couple having a long kiss or speech where the aliens are attacking all around them. I’m like, can you please just get a move on? Save the kissing for when your lives are not in peril.”
He smiled and kissed her. “Maybe it’s because they might not live through whatever it is, and they need to have that last farewell kiss before they die.”
“Well, they are going to die if they don’t get a move on.”
When the movie ended, Elizabeth lifted her head to David’s and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Thanks for this. I really had fun.”
“I agree. I haven’t been to a drive-in theater since I was a teen and was still human.”
“Well, we’re going to have to put this on our list of fun things to do.” She was already looking up the drive-in’s next feature. “The movie Ghost starts next Friday.”
“It’s a date. What do you think about going to the fair Sunday night?” David asked.
“Oh, yeah, but if we go, we should take the kids.”
“They’re going already. But I thought we could go on our own. Just us.”
She laughed. “Sorry. I think of fairs and kids, but yeah, that would make for a fun date. When did you want to go?”
“We’ll go early in the evening and have dinner, when everything is all lit up. We can ride the rides, play the games—”
“You’ll win a stuffed toy for me?”
“I thought you could win one for me.”
Elizabeth laughed. “Happy to.”
David started the car. “Maybe if Slade isn’t taking a group of tourists out in his seaplane, he can take Sheri. He loves stuff like that—so he tells us,” David said. “He hasn’t really had the time since he joined our pack.”
“Okay, I guess if he isn’t able to go, she would be thrilled to ride the rides with the kids.”
“Right.” He was really trying to carve out some good quality time with Elizabeth, so he hoped that was true.
They were nearing home when Elizabeth got a text. “Ooh. Sheri is staying overnight with Slade. She said not to make anything of it, but she wanted to give us more of the weekend off to be together, and he has two spare bedrooms.”
David smiled. “That’s still good news for them. And for us.”
Maybe tonight would be the night. With Sheri gone and everything going so well, maybe Elizabeth would be ready.
David didn’t think he’d ever been so nervous about proposing a question to anyone than the one he was dying to ask Elizabeth:
Will you mate me, Elizabeth?
Chapter 21
As soon as they walked into the house and he locked the door, Elizabeth was ready to throw herself at him and make love all the way. She knew he was the one for her—from his every word, every deed, every action. She hoped it wasn’t too soon to pop the question to him. She worried he still was somewhat at odds over his shifting abilities and was afraid to tie her down to his world as a newly turned wolf, and offspring that wouldn’t be royal wolves either.
But none of that mattered to her. And it didn’t matter if he said no to a mating right away either. She would give him the time he needed. But she was determined to make him hers. If not now, then soon.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. He settled his hands around her waist and smiled down at her.
“Do you want to—” they both said at the same time.
She paused. He paused. Each waiting for the other to say what they had to say.
Then she and he both started up again. “Do you want to—” And this time they laughed.
“Mate!” she said.
“Oh hell yeah. You took the word right out of my mouth.”
***
This was it. The real deal. David couldn’t be happier. He reached down and pulled off Elizabeth’s sandals and kicked off his flip-flops. She was yanking up his T-shirt while he was trying to remove hers. They ended up laughing at each other before he released her shirt, and she pulled his shirt up over his head. Then his hands were on her shirt again, pulling it up and off. She reached down to unfasten his belt, and he was undoing the button and zipper on her white shorts.
It felt frantic and hurried and hot and, God, he had to have her now.
Then she unbuttoned his denim shorts and pulled down the zipper. Together, they slid down each other’s shorts and began kissing again, him in his boxer briefs and her in her bikini panties and bra.
He cupped her breasts and began to kiss her throat while she tilted her head back and purred.
She slid her hands over his pecs, her thumbs rubbing his nipples in a gentle caress, making his cock jump. And when she leaned down and licked his nipples, he had to pause and take in the erotic sensation, loving the feel of her, of her mouth on his heated flesh, her lips soft and moist and her tongue teasing.
Then he ran his hands over her breasts and pulled the bra cups down so they were framing her breasts. She was beautiful. Every inch of her. He kissed one breast with reverence, and then the other. Then, like she’d done with his nipples, he ran his thumbs over them, the nubs peaking already. He licked one, though he took it a step further and suckled it. Then he did the same with the other, licked it and pulled on it with his mouth until she arched her back and he smelled their pheromones raging, the musky scent of their sex enveloping everything.
Their hearts were beating hard and their blood was rushing through their veins. Then he was massaging her breasts again and kissing her mouth. She was the stuff of dreams. Yet she was his dream come true now.
She kissed him back, her tongue slipping into his mouth, deepening the kiss, the eroticism building. She rubbed her body against his, her breasts against his pecs, her mound against his erection stirring for release. She raised her leg and rubbed against his leg, parting her legs for him, enticing him to take this further.
He slid his hand down to rub her between her legs, her panties slipping between the folds, wet, ready for him. He reached down and slid them down her legs, and she kicked them off the rest of the way. She pulled his boxer briefs down, and he hurried to dispense with them. Then he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the master bedroom where, before she had arrived, he’d only fantasized about taking her as his mate.