"Naomi ... " The soft, alluring curves of her body made me lose control almost immediately. A low, helpless groan slipped from my lips as I grabbed Naomi's hand, trying to steady her. Yet, she was not having it. Completely ignoring my efforts, she kissed me even more fiercely. The silky brush of her tongue against mine sent a dizzying rush straight to my head. As I tasted her sweetness, the air between us grew thick with heat and longing. When Naomi finally pulled back to meet my eyes, her gaze was so full of affection that it nearly undid me. My throat tightened, and a raw, burning desire rose up inside me. I gently pushed her away, took a shaky breath, and said, "Naomi, you're drunk." However, Naomi just smiled, grabbing onto my collar and tugging me closer. "I'm not," she said. Her fingers trailed lightly over my neck, slow and teasing, moving lower with every pass. I caught her mischievous hand, my voice dropping lower. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Naomi leaned in, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, her tone dripping with sweetness, "Samuel, I already told you I'm not drunk." After she said that, she kissed my ear lightly. Her warm breath against my skin shattered what little control I had left. Inside me, my wolf let out a hungry growl. Without thinking, I scooped Naomi into my arms and gazed down at her irresistible face. My voice was rough as I warned, "You're out of chances to back out now." And with that, I carried her upstairs. Moonlight poured through the windows, silver and soft, painting everything in a dreamlike glow. It was a wild night for me and her. ... Naomi's POV:When I woke up, the first thing I saw was a broad, bare chest right in front of me. I blinked a few times and caught a glimpse of Samuel's sleeping face. And just like that, memories of last night came flooding back. I glanced down at my arm sticking out from under the covers, and my face instantly lit up like a tomato. At the same time, though, this giddy feeling bubbled up inside me. We had finally gotten to this point. All that pretending last night was totally worth it. Carefully, I propped myself up against Samuel's arm, tilting my head to stare at him. His long lashes fluttered ever so slightly with each breath, like little butterfly wings after a rainstorm. I rested my chin in my palm, just staring at his handsome face. The more I looked, the more obsessed I became. Seriously, Naomi, you've got amazingtaste in men. I could not resist. I lightly traced my finger down the bridge of Samuel's nose and tapped it against his lips. Without thinking, I leaned in and stole a quick kiss. Right then, his lashes flickered and his eyes popped open. Startled, I blurted, "You were awake ... " Yet, before I could even finish, Samuel rolled me under him, raining kiss after kiss all over me. Completely thrown off, I forgot how to breathe. His kisses left me dizzy until I had to tap his cheek to get him to stop. Finally, he pulled back with a grin on his face. "Silly girl," he teased. "You're the silly one." I huffed back. "Fine, I'm the silly one." Samuel laughed, wrapping me up in his arms like I was the most precious thing in the world. He tucked his chin on top of my head and whispered, "I still feel like I'm dreaming." "Huh?" I tilted my head, confused. "I'm just so happy," he murmured. "Happy that I met you. Happy that I fell for you." I snuggled closer, nuzzling against his chest like a kitten. "Me too." Looking up at him mischievously, I suddenly leaned in and gave him a tiny bite on his neck, leaving a faint red mark. "Marked you," I said proudly. "You're mine now."Samuel stared at me, his eyes dark and burning with emotion. Clueless about the danger I was provoking, I poked his chest too and teased, "You don't even work out, so how do you have such a nice body?" As I teased him, my hand started to wander down. Samuel raised an eyebrow, voice going all low and raspy in my ear. "You sure you know what you're doing?" I looked up at him in confusion then stuck out my tongue playfully. "I'm doing it on purpose." And before he could grab me, I wiggled out of his arms, wrapped myself in the blanket, and sprinted into the bathroom. "I'm starving!" I shouted through the door, laughing as I locked it. From outside, I heard Samuel's frustrated but fond voice, "You little minx!"