"Children," she corrected with a smile. "Gran tells me I'm carrying twins."
He didn't seem surprised. "I hope they're girls. I hope they have their mother's beautiful green eyes and midnight-colored hair."
She cupped a hand against his cheek and ran a thumb over the lips she could kiss forever. "I thought most men wanted sons."
"I'm not most men."
She let her fingers trail down his chest and stomach until she touched the hard length of him. "Definitely not."
He grinned and pressed her back against the gazebo's wall. "I can feel the wolf taking charge again."
His hands slid up to her br**sts and slowly, teasingly, he brushed his thumbs across her aching ni**les. As the ripples of sweet sensation flooded across her body, she found herself hoping there was no one else in the garden. If there was, they'd be seeing a little more than trees and shrubs all too soon.
"This wolf of yours seems to have an exhibitionist nature," she gasped
His touch slid down her waist, and the sound of the skirt's zipper being pulled down filled the silence. "It's the company I keep. She drives me insane."
A feeling that was totally mutual. "Promise me two things."
"Anything," he murmured, pushing her skirt past her hips.
"Promise to give me lots of children."
He looked up, and his eyes were filled with such fierce love her heart quaked.
"I intend to."
"And promise never to curb the wolf's desires."
His wicked grin was the only answer she would ever need.