Page 28 of Her Werewolf Lover
Fuck. It felt so good having her initiate contact. His Wolf was scratching at him to claim her. But he could still hear his crew moving about, getting the job done.
By the time he lifted his head her eyes were lust-glazed, and her lips were pink and swollen from his. Even rumpled, she was glorious.
The smell of sweet morning mixed in with her vanilla scent and that of the construction around them tickled his supernaturally enhanced senses.
“That was really nice, but it doesn’t have to happen?—”
“Hey, your thoughts are loud, Sunshine. Now, that was a great first kiss, but I can assure you, it is definitely going to happen again. Don’t overthink it,” he said, cutting her off and dropping another plucking kiss onto her sweet lips.
He really did not want to hear anything to the contrary, and he was pleased when she bit her lip and looked down. Her cheeks turned pink, and Michael tilted her face up.
“I wasn’t trying to shush you. I just didn’t want you saying that was a mistake,” he said, just to clarify.
“I’m glad you did. I was probably going to ruin it and say something dumb. But look, promise me, no matter what happens with us, you will finish this project,” she said.
“I will. You have my word.”
“Okay. Then I won’t overthink this,” she said and nodded, moving back.
It was an easy enough promise. The snug top she wore with those tight pants was making him rabid.
Her breasts were perfectly outlined and after the kiss they just shared, the hardened tips were visible through the cotton.
His chest rumbled, and he cut off the sound when her eyes went straight to it.
She tilted her head and pointed.
“Hey, what is that sound?”
He grabbed her hand and kissed her again, just to make her forget the question.
He needed his Wolf to chill the fuck out. Michael could admit he was a possessive asshole. But she still did not know about his furry secret.
He crushed her to him and Samantha mumbled something into his chest, but he couldn’t make out the words over the sounds of his annoying ass Wolf.
A wave of protectiveness swept over him at the feel of this soft woman in his arms. She was a perfectmix of contradictions. Sweet and innocent. Tough and headstrong. Worldly and naïve.
But she had him now. And he was going to make sure she was safe and happy from now on. As soon as he figured out how to tell her.
Too aware of the way her perfect body fit against his, he was having a hard time concentrating at all.
Her hair smelled like sunflowers. Underneath it was the sweet vanilla scent that he’d discovered yesterday. Briefly, his mind went to that carnal place, where he wondered if that scent was all over her.
He brushed his nose over the top of her head and went wild with wanting to tear the red locks loose from the masochistic bit of black elastic that held it away from her make-up less face.
All he could think about was getting his hands in the thick wealth of it.
“Hey,” she mumbled, moving back to look at him.
He focused on her face, scrubbed clean and fresh as a daisy.
“Hey,” he echoed.
She beamed at him with gold-rimmed hazel eyes that captivated Michael. Simply stunning.
Heat filled his stomach and extended down his legs to his big, booted feet.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.