Jen didn't know whether to go into her room, run, or stand frozen and quite possibly pass out from lack of oxygen. His long strides ate up the distance between them quicker than she would have thought possible and suddenly, he was there – less than a foot away from her.
She couldn't speak. All she could do was stare into those amazing amber eyes.
Decebel closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Once again he detected that small bite of cinnamon in her scent.
"Jennifer," he whispered.
"Uh-huh," was all Jen could manage.
Decebel's right hand came up and pushed her long blond hair back away from her face and neck. He leaned forward and placed his nose against her neck, just below her ear, and took another deep breath. Jen seriously thought she was going to pass out. This cannot be happening. She wanted to pinch herself to make sure she was really awake. When Decebel pulled back, she saw that his amber eyes were now glowing.
"I don't know what's going on between us, ţinere de meu inimă," Decebel told her, his voice husky. "I will tell you it scares me."
"Scares you? How can anything scare you?"
Decebel chuckled as he gently cupped her face, his thumb tenderly caressing her jaw line. "There is much you don't know about me, Jennifer, much about my past that has shaped who I am today." He paused as he watched her. "I can't stay away from you, and now our blasted Alpha has made me your protector."
"And you don't want to be my protector," Jen interrupted with a whisper.
Decebel heard the insecurity in her tone, but admired her for not looking away from him when she voiced it. "The problem isn't that I don't want to be your protector, it's that I want to be more."
"Oh," Jen breathed out.
"I don't know how I'm going to get through this, this..." Decebel searched for the words.
"Mate Fest?" Jen offered, which brought a heart stopping grin from Decebel. She nearly swooned. You have got to get a grip, she told herself. Jennifer Adams does not swoon. Drool, definitely. Stare without shame, for sure. But swooning is forbidden. She decided her inner dialogue was really beginning to get out of control.
"Yes, this Mate Fest. I don't know how I'm going to get through it without killing another wolf."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Don't touch another male. Don't let another male touch you." Decebel's lips were tight as he spoke, betraying the carefully conveyed control.
"Okay, no touching. Got it."
Once again they stared at one another in silence. Gradually Decebel began to lean into her and Jen realized he was going to kiss her. It was also then that she realized how desperately she wanted, craved that kiss. Her eyes drifted closed as she waited, and waited. What the - ?, she thought as she opened her eyes.
He hadn't moved any closer.
"Are you going to kiss me?" Jen asked boldly.
Decebel grinned, but it left as quickly as it had come. "I can't."
She frowned. "You can't, or you won't?"
"It's not that simple, Jennifer." Decebel started to pull back but Jen grabbed his hand and pulled it back to her face. She held it next to her cheek and let his heat seep into her. She had never felt anything better than his touch in her life.
"It is that simple. You either do or you don't. It's a choice, Decebel. Your choice. So don't tell me you can't. Unless your lips are super glued to some object, they are up for grabs. So what gives?"
"I think you need to speak with Dr. Steele, then you will understand what's at stake from something as innocent as a kiss."
He watched as that all too-familiar wicked gleam filled Jennifer's eyes. "Who says it has to be innocent?"
Decebel did step back this time and she let him go.
"Get some sleep, Jennifer. I'll see you tomorrow," he told her gently. After a small smile at her, he left.
Jen entered her bedroom after watching Decebel walk away until she couldn't see him any longer.