she wanted, as soon as the pride was secure. She’d thought it would feel like a cage springing open, but tonight she felt even more penned than ever.
Ever since leaving Landon’s, she hadn’t been able to think for all the restless energy running under her skin. She should have been exhausted. It was after midnight and her day hadn’t exactly been uneventful, but Zoe hadn’t even been able to contemplate sleep.
She’d shifted to her lioness form, hoping that would quiet the white noise cluttering her human thoughts, but her unease had shifted with her into an itch beneath her hackles, an agitation that had her pacing back and forth in her room like a feline in a zoo.
She’d heard Tyler step onto her porch and shifted back to her human figure, grabbing the nightshirt she’d discarded in an instinctive defense against what she was feeling. What he was making her feel.
As soon as she opened the door, she wished she hadn’t. Tall, muscled and weary, he looked far too good standing on her porch, something dark and needy in his eyes. Her soul felt like it was trying to reach out to him through her skin. She told herself it was just her animal side’s need for the reassurance of touch, but the words felt like a lie.
When he squeezed past her into the cabin’s single open room, the scent of him teased her, inviting her to press her face against his neck and breathe, urging her to rub against him until their scents were tangled around one another and everyone who came near him would know who he belonged to.
Zoe shut the door, pausing to stare at the worn wood until she could evict that instinct from her thoughts. Even her feline side wasn’t usually possessive. She didn’t need to mark her lovers and resisted all their attempts to mark her, so why couldn’t she stop imagining branding Tyler Minor with her scent?
“Nice,” he commented behind her, and Zoe turned, realizing as she did that he’d never been inside her place before. He was careful about boundaries, careful never to be alone with her anywhere there was a bed handy.
Zoe’s gaze slid to the large, low mattress, the only piece of furniture in the room. The austere lack of furnishings and decorations weren’t really her style, but she’d never seen the point in making a place feel homey if it wasn’t going to be her home.
Now the lack made her uncomfortable. Watching Tyler survey her bare walls and impersonal furnishings, she wished she’d bothered to do something with the place. At least it was dark. He couldn’t see much. Maybe he’d just think it was charmingly minimal without the light to show it was barren.
Not that it mattered what he thought. She refused to let it matter. He was just a guy. This was just a house. Shelter and nothing more. It filled a need. Just like he did. A physical need. Zoe took care of her own emotional wants.
Those emotional wants had nothing to do with the need to touch Tyler that burned under her skin. Nothing.
She didn’t know why he was here. To finish what they’d started in the garage? To fight about her tendency to speak for herself rather than play the meek little woman? There was a restlessness in him that matched her own, but she didn’t know how to soothe it. She wasn’t the soothing type.
Zoe opened her mouth to ask him why he’d come, what he wanted from her, but didn’t get a syllable out before he answered both questions in a way that left no doubt in her mind.
Tyler crossed the distance between them in two long strides, speared his fingers into her hair, cupped the back of her head and sealed his lips over hers in a searing, toe-curling kiss.
This afternoon had been about heat and chemistry and impersonal lust, but this was something else. The intensity in his touch, the raw, almost desperate way he held her, as if at any second she could be pulled from his grasp. This felt personal.
Zoe clutched his arms, using him as the only fixed point in her existence as the world seemed to melt beneath her feet like a Dali painting.
Her hands found his shirt—once as neat as the man himself and now hopelessly wrinkled by the day. Zoe had always marveled that a man who spent his days rolling around under cars could look so put together, but now she couldn’t think