Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
I suddenly wished getting punched in the nose hadn’t fucked with my sense of smell because my wolf was itching to get a noseful of her. I’d bet she smelled sweet.
Sweet as candy.
Every-fucking-where.
“I’m fine, sugar.” My hands found her waist of their own accord. I shouldn’t touch her. Not when she’d been drinking.
I’d been drinking, too.
Plus, she was best friends with my pack brother’s mate.
But her waist felt perfect under my palms. She had meat on her bones, and I itched to feel every inch of those soft, lush curves. Her blue gaze had locked onto mine, and she was breathing softly and quickly, little pants that made me want to shove her up against the wall to make them heavier. “You?”
“I’m fine,” she said quickly, eyes dilated. “I’m better than fine.” She licked her lips. “In fact, I’m kinda turned on by you right now.”
Hell, yes. A woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to voice her needs. My dick went hard at her honesty.
“That was pretty badass the way you choked that guy with just one hand.” She cocked her head toward the closed door. Thankfully, the thick wood muffled the noise and music from the bar.
I almost groaned. My dick had gone rock hard, and she’d stepped so close to me I could feel her body heat, her soft curves just centimeters away. She was a petite, tempting handful.
“Sugar, you’re pushing my self-control here.” Despite my words, I pulled her soft body up against mine. “No matter how much I want to take things further, both of us have been drinking, so I think I’d better get you home before we get ourselves into trouble.”
She smiled up at me, her lids at half-mast. “Trouble, hmm?” she purred. “What if trouble is what I’m looking for?”
This time I was pretty sure my groan escaped. Holy. Fuck.
I’d been propositioned before. Becky, though, had my dick leaking pre-cum from just talk. She was fully clothed, and we hadn’t even kissed.
“I’m not that drunk.” She pressed those pert breasts against my ribs. “I’ve been drinking water the past hour.”
I took a deep breath, but… nothing. Damn, I had never wanted to smell a female so much in my life. Why’d that asshole have to punch me in the goddamn nose? I’d be able to scent her pussy, know if she was wet just by one inhale. I’d have to find out another way… my fingers itching for the task.
My brain scrambled—something that never happened to me with females—especially not human ones. Hell, my dick took over. Next thing I knew, I used my shifter strength to pick her up and set her down on a table I assumed was used for… hell if I knew or cared. I was just thankful for its existence as I stepped up between her parted thighs. Her jean skirt rode up, and I couldn’t miss the hint of hot pink panties… and a wet spot.
Yeah, she was wet for me. I licked my lips, eager to get a taste.
She let out a chuckle of breathy excitement and hooked a hand behind my head to bring my face down to hers. That was the yes my wolf and I needed.
She wasn’t drunk. She’d said as much, and her behavior was that of a hot, horny woman—not a drunk. I wasn’t taking advantage in a storage room. That would be extraordinarily ungentlemanly. Hell, she just might be taking advantage of me. And that was sure as hell fine with me.
I was unprepared for the sweetness of the kiss. The intensity. Her lips were soft and tasted faintly of strawberries and vodka. Her impetuous tongue swept between my lips, and that was my undoing although I’d been barely holding on before now.
Suddenly, I couldn’t hold back at all. I must’ve had more alcohol than I should have. Or maybe it had been the contemplation of wishing I could have my own mate, but suddenly my focus narrowed to nothing but this moment. This sweet little human before me, offering her mouth up for the taking.
And take it I did.
I fucking owned it. And her.
I kissed the hell out of the little nurse until she writhed against me, her ankles hooked behind my back, pulling me against her sweetest spot.
“Clint,” she whimpered against my lips, her voice thready with need.
“Yeah, sugar?” I held her jaw, ready to angle my lips back over hers as soon as she finished her piece. I still couldn’t smell a thing, which drove me fucking nuts. I just knew she’d smell delicious. Edible, even.
Her eyes dropped to the bulge in my jeans. The bulge pressed up against her pink satin panties. “Show me what you’re packing in there,” she murmured, her voice husky.
I shouldn’t. I wasn’t going to, but my dick was leading the charge.