Moonlight Kin 4: Tristan by Jordan Summers Page B

but his beautiful chest. With the heat pouring off
him and his muscles right in front of her face, she just couldn’t
resist.
    Once she touched him, Izzy hadn’t been able
to pull her hand away. His skin was smooth like marble but hot to
the touch. When he’d trembled beneath her fingertips, she’d thought
she had imagined it. Izzy had touched him again to be sure.
    The second time, he’d quivered and that rich
spicy aroma of his skin had increased. She’d actually grown dizzy.
Or maybe she’d just forgotten to breathe.
    Izzy had gone on dates with good-looking men,
but none had anything on Tristan. He was in a category all his
own.
    Tristan may not care for humans, but some
part of him was attracted to her. If Izzy had needed any more
proof, her doubts evaporated when she caught sight of the towel
around his waist. There was no denying the hard ridge of arousal
lifting the front of it.
    It took every fiber of her being to tear her
gaze away, but not before she saw Tristan’s pained expression.
“I’ll give you some privacy to get dressed,” she said.
    He nodded and waited for her to leave.
    Izzy stepped out onto the front porch and
pressed a hand to her head. It had been so long since she’d touched
anyone in a sexual way.
    Mindy thought she was wild and slept around,
but Izzy hadn’t done that since her late teens. Even then, it had
been out of rebellion and self-loathing.
    Those days were long behind her, but that
didn’t mean she was dead inside. Even though she didn’t want to,
Izzy found herself responding to Tristan. Her physical reaction to
his nearness had nothing to do with logic and everything to do with
primal need.
    How could you hate someone and want them at
the same time?
    She didn’t know, but Izzy couldn’t deny the
truth any longer. She may not like Tristan, but part of her wanted
him. A part of her that she hadn’t allowed to surface for a long
time.
    Izzy glanced at the closed screen door but
didn’t spot Tristan. She hoped they didn’t have to spend too much
time here. She had no idea what would happen if they did.
    Scratch that. Izzy knew exactly what would
happen if they were trapped together for too long. It was the same
thing that almost happened a minute ago.
    They might hate each other and themselves
afterwards, but they’d eventually give in to the physical
attraction simmering between them.
    Izzy thought about the hard ridge under that
towel and felt her body moisten. He’d been so big and so
beautifully formed. Such a waste.
    She closed her eyes and sent up a silent
prayer that Stone found her before she and Tristan did something
they’d both regret.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Tristan’s hands shook as he pulled on a shirt
and a pair of shorts. He couldn’t believe how close he’d come to
taking her. He decided to back off from his line of questioning, at
least until he had himself together. Tristan walked into the small
kitchenette and opened the cupboard.
    Cans of various items filled the shelves,
along with flour and everything else needed for baking. He pulled
items out and placed them on the small counter.
    “What are you doing?” Isabel asked as she
came in from outside.
    “Making an early dinner,” he said.
    She frowned.
    “What?” Tristan asked.
    Isabel shrugged. “I just never imagined you
in a kitchen cooking.”
    Tristan laughed. “Why? Because I’m a
guy?”
    She came closer. “No, that’s not it. I just
thought...”
    His brow arched. “Thought what?”
    “That you’d become fuzzy and go out and catch
a rabbit or something,” she said.
    He balked and went back to organizing the
gumbo ingredients to make sure he had everything he needed. “Would
you prefer to eat rabbit?”
    His wolf rose in an instant, eager to get her
what she wanted. Shocked by its behavior, Tristan shoved the beast
back down.
    Isabel leaned against the table. “No.”
    Tristan went back to prepping. It bothered
him that she had such bad impressions of his kind, of him. Sure,