Page 35 of Touched By Moonlight

Before I could take another step, Grayson swung me into his arms and hurried up the stairs with me. I frowned. “This isn’t Gone With The Wind and I’m no Scarlett. I canwalk.”

“Hush. After what you went through tonight, you deserve to becarried.”

“Listen big guy, I’m capable of walking aftersex.”

“I’d love to remedy that, but you need rest.” Graysonwinked.

He reached the second floor and walked down the hall. Only when we came to the last bedroom on the right did he set me on my feet. He flicked a wall switch and overhead lights illuminated the room. With a sweeping bow, he steppedback.

“Your guest quarters, mylady.”

If someone had tapped into my mind and asked what my dream bedroom would look like, this couldn’t have been more perfect. The corner room was large, as big as a master suite and almost as big as my entireapartment.

A handmade quilt featuring a forest and summer wildflowers covered a queen-sized bed. The oak hardwood floor was highly polished, and there was a fireplace set into the gray granite wall, an entertainment center built into the wall next to the fireplace, with a widescreen television. Four windows in the corner gave a splendid view of the moonlit mountains and the meadow below. An antique bureau and dresser sat against onewall.

I opened a walk-in closet bigger than my entire apartment. It was filled with dresses, jeans and all kinds of clothing. It was a fashion maven’s dream, and had drawers built into the walls. I opened one and ran my fingers through silk panties and bras of every color andstyle.

And then I got suspicious. They were all my exact size. And the fibers were natural, just as Ipreferred.

“Like what you see?” Grayson’s voice was a deep purr behind me as he placed his hands on myshoulders.

I tried to smile, but I was a little nervous. I’d never spent the night in a wolf pack before, and my Fae blood tingled awarning.

Grayson wasn’t all sweetness and hot sex. There was another reason he brought mehere.

Pulling free a blue silk nightgown, I caressed it with my fingers. It had been years since this type of luxurious clothing had touched mybody.

I could grow to like it here. And that was what heplanned.

But it was built-in oak bookshelves that made my mouth water when I left the closet and explored the rest of the room. Each shelf lined with books, from hardbacks with dust jackets to tattered paperbacks. I thumbed through the treasures. Novels, popular fiction, fussy literature, biographies, non-fiction, a lifetime’s worth of reading. Beneath the bank of windows was a gooseneck lamp and an overstuffed chair and hassock, with a red throw tossed over thechair.

It was a room designed for areader.

I caressed the books with pure longing. When I’d left my home three years ago, I left behind all my personal belongings, including my collection of books. I scanned the shelves, recognizing a few in mycollection.

Grayson leaned against the bedpost, quietly watching me. “Do you likeit?”

“Love it.” I pulled free a book on plants. “This is a little too… perfect for my taste, Grayson. Whatgives?”

He didn’t look away, or look guilty. Only oddly satisfied. “I had it designed for one special person. You. The clothing made to fityou.”

“There you go again, with that stalking. Bad habit. It could get you in trouble.” I set the book down, wondering if I should bolt now. Or catch a few zzzs and thenleave.

I frowned at him. “How the hell did you know mysize?”

Another satisfied smile. “You ordered clothing from my company,Sienna.”

Aw damn. My one time I hadindulged.

He crossed the room and slid his arms around my waist, his grip light and yet reassuring. “I don’t want to frighten or alarm you, Sienna. Only make you feel welcome. I suppose you might think I’m a stalker. I’m not. I have searched for you for a long time now, and I knew when you came to my home, my pack, I wanted to make you feel welcome and happyhere.”

“Why me?” I pulled out of his grip and he released me. “What’s so special about me? And how did you findme?”

Grayson’s gaze slid to the space between my shoulder and neck. “You’ll find out tomorrow. I promise I will tell you. Know this. I want you, Sienna. And what I want, Itake.”

Gently he steered me over to the white cheval floor mirror. He stood behind me, hands on my shoulders. “You’re so lovely. Hard to resist,” hemurmured.

His lips feathered over my neck. Heat flared in that sensitivespot.