Martin felt kind of stupid. And that was an understatement. What he was doing should have caused his wolf to cringe and hide its face. He was bent over Tara’s sleeping form to hear what she was murmuring in her sleep.
A part of him feared she was whispering the name of a lover. Martin wasn’t sure he would want to hear the name of any other man cross her lips. He stared at the very lips as they moved silently. He blinked, and her lips got closer. Martin’s brows drew together in a frown. It took him another second to realize he was leaning towards her, drawing closer to her lips; lips he desperately wanted to taste until they swelled and were wet and red to his satisfaction.
Martin jerked back before he reached her. He abruptly stepped away from the bed in the next heartbeat. The small d
