“We have time. It’s March fourth by the way. Now, a shower beckons I think. I want to see you totally naked. In exchange, I’ll make you come again.”

She shrugged off the remains of her dress and let the bra fall to her feet. He’d already tossed her panties somewhere over his shoulder. Gloriously naked, tall, hard and fit, she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

“I have to tell you those are the finest br**sts I’ve ever clapped eyes on.” He tugged her toward the bathroom.

“As much as I’m totally all over that idea, especially since it involves us both naked and having more sex, my phone has been ringing and I’d wager yours has too. Everyone is going to be wondering where we are.”

He scrubbed his hands over his face. “I don’t care. I want you and those three minutes against the door were not enough. God knows I don’t want you to think that’s the game I’m bringing.”

She laughed and kissed him. “I’m perfectly willing to give you a second chance. That was Claiming, I’m sure with that body of yours and that very fine cock, you’ve got anAgame in there.”

He wrapped his arms around her, quite liking the feel of her against him and unable to remember any other woman. It was as if she’d totally pushed all memories from his head.

He couldn’t decide if he should be happy or distressed by this point. He was seeing a woman back in Vegas and obviously that was over.

“I don’t want to leave. I want to stay in here with you for a few days.”

“I can feel you, you know. You’re panicking.”

She pushed him back.

“Not that. It just occurred to me there’s a lot of stuff to be resolved. Neither of us was expecting this obviously.” He saw the disbelief on her face, felt her unhappiness and fix it. “Hey, I was also thinking about how much I loved the way you felt in my arms and that you’d erased the memory of all other women.”

She snorted but the rigidity in her spine eased.

To underline her point, right as he’d moved his lips back to her nipple, his phone rang from the pocket of his overnight bag near the door.Layla’s ring—Eric Clapton.

“My sister obviously.” She pushed him back as she said it. “Go on. Tell her we’ll meet her downstairs in the pool area in five minutes. Don’t tell her about the bond or we’ll have two dozen wolves pounding on the door.”

Before he could answer, she’d turned and gone into the bathroom, shutting the door in his face.

He grabbed his phone while struggling into the T-shirt he was thankful to have tossed into his carry-on that morning. “Hey there.”

“Where are you? I saw the car in the lot when I came back from this hellish day of

errands. Please tell me Megan didn’t strand you at the airport, she’s usually really on top of things.”

He smiled at the very idea. “I’m really good actually. I have a lot to tell you. I’m here at the hotel. Megan said to tell you we’d meet you in the pool area in five minutes.”

“Okay we’ll sneak off.”

He hesitated. He see Layla. He loved her, she was his anchor but Megan was his mate.

Any plans he made would involve her and while he wasn’t a woman, he certainly knew them well enough to understand there’d most likely be some jealousy until Megan understood she was first with him.

“We’ll see you in a few.” He hung up before she could say anything else.

Megan looked at herself in the mirror with a sigh. All her life she’d been a pretty confident person. Except when it came to Layla. Layla was the smartest sibling. Certainly Layla and Tegan gave each other some hefty competition when it came to beauty but the ones who got the best boobs and the red hair. And after Tegan had lost Lucas, Tegan had gotten a lot closer to Layla than to Megan. It had hurt. She loved her sisters, every one of them, but hard on a woman’s confidence sometimes.

And Layla had him first. She knew it was stupid to feel jealous but she did. It wasn’t like Shane had done anything and she knew Lay would never in a million years betray Shane or hurt Megan. But it was there anyway. Layla was someone really special to Shane and she’d been that way to him first.

Of course she had no clothes in the bathroom so she cleaned up quickly, applying some eyeliner and lipstick before heading back out to the room.

“Now I really don’t want to go anywhere.” He looked her up and down slowly, approval clear in his gaze.

“You can go on down if you want. Meet up with me later.” She pulled on underwear and a skirt before turning to grab a bra and look for a shirt.

He was there, touching her before she could take another step. “Why would I want that? I want to be with you, Megan.”

“I just meant, well I know you’ve been looking forward to seeing Layla and she’s been talking about you for weeks so I didn’t want to get in the way or anything.”

He wouldn’t let her move away to put her shirt on, instead holding her to him and breathing in deeply at her neck. “Of course I want to see Layla. But you can be there too, right? She’s always given me the impression you were close.”

She has? I mean, sure. I like all my siblings, even my brothers who will of course grill you and try to intimidate you and stuff. Just ignore them.”

She wriggled enough he let her go so she could get her shirt on.

He groaned as they walked out of the room. He didn’t want to go anywhere but back inside where he could get her naked and treat her the way she was meant to be treated.