Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 384 Lisa: I Want to Feel

LISA

There's a soft inhale.

Then, his lips move against mine with devastating gentleness. The emptiness inside me cracks, letting in a flood of sensation. His hands slide up my back, cradling me close as he rises to his full height. The towel drops, forgotten, as I press against the solid warmth of his chest.

My fingers curl into his wet shirt. His heart pounds beneath my palm, strong and steady and alive. So alive.

He breaks the kiss with obvious reluctance, pressing his forehead to mine. "Let's get you dressed."

The bedroom feels too bright and dry after the steam-filled bathroom. Kellan's hands stay on my shoulders, steadying me as I shiver. He guides me to sit on the bed, then moves to the dresser.

"Arms up."

I comply without thinking. The soft cotton of my shirt slides over my skin. His knuckles brush my ribs, sending sparks of awareness through my body.

"Lift."

Another mindless response as he helps me into underwear, then flannel pants. Each touch leaves trails of heat that make me ache for more. I need his hands on me again. Need to feel connected to something real.

The mattress dips as he settles me under the thick comforter. "Try to rest."

"Wait." My voice comes out scratchy.

few steps away before unbuttoning his soaked shirt. The wet fabric peels away from his skin, revealing the muscled planes of his

his abs as he turns to the

tight. The bed feels too empty,

"Stay with me?"

shoulders tense. "That wouldn't

up, reaching toward him. The comforter

last word. Kellan turns, his expression torn between desire

draws me in like gravity. I don't fight it. My body moves on instinct, seeking his warmth, his strength.

name comes out rough, almost

protest he's about to make with my mouth. No more words. No more thinking. Just this—the slide of my lips against his, demanding a response. His hands settle on my waist,

a sharp inhale from him. His fingers flex against my sides. The thin cotton of my shirt does nothing to mask the heat of

just enough to speak

slides up my back, tangling in my damp hair as he claims my mouth. The kiss is deep, desperate—everything I need to drown out the memories trying

just

It's Bren, too.

know they lost

have no

ours, filled with a

Thick. A sensual promise that he can wipe

His other hand grips my hip, guiding my movements. The soft flannel of my pants creates a maddening barrier

and

press against him. His mouth trails fire down my neck, teeth grazing my pulse point. Every touch burns away another piece of the

I'm soaked. Already wanting him inside, dreaming of that