sliding seductively, though not on
purpose, as the chili slipped onto her tongue. She tossed the spoon
back into the bowl and chewed methodically. She averted her eyes, a
flush stealing over her.
I was riveted by the way she ate. There was
something sensual and thoughtful about her moves. I could tell she
enjoyed the food; her eyes widened slightly in the corners around
the mouthful. I could almost hear her moaning in delight as the
flavors assaulted her taste buds.
“ I’ve never been more
jealous of chili in my life,” I said. Her cheeks reddened; her lips
lifting despite her unease over my statement.
I shoveled a spoonful into my mouth, my eyes
never leaving her. The second the chili hit my tongue, spices
danced with hearty chunks of flavor in my mouth; this was the best
chili I’d ever eaten. I groaned. “This is delicious.”
She turned to me, a wide grin on her face.
My heart skipped a beat as I gazed at her, in awe of her beauty. My
lungs struggled to expand as I stared openly at her beautiful,
sparkling hazel eyes; her lips curled up, spreading across her
face, as her cheeks colored at the compliment. “I’m glad you like
it.”
Self-consciousness temporarily tucked away,
she took a hearty bite of the food. I quickly followed. For the
moment my wolf was behaving. I knew once my spoon hit the bottom of
the bowl, I would be in trouble again though.
—
Chapter Seven
SARA
We sat in amicable silence, consuming my
grandma’s chili. His eyes remained glued to me, like he was
considering me for dessert. And damn if my heart didn’t delight in
that knowledge as my body physically reacted to his interest. My
breasts felt heavy, my nipples perking as naughty desires flashed
through my mind.
He finished his bowl before me, and set it
gently on the coffee table. His gaze temporarily landed on my book,
still resting on the table with its cover facing the sky.
His eyes seemed to dance with amusement and
excitement. I felt my cheeks heat as I snatched the book away and
blindly shoved it onto a shelf; that only made him smile wider.
“ You like werewolves?” he
asked, innocently enough.
I shrugged, gathering his bowl with mine and
heading to the kitchen. I promptly began washing the dishes and
towel dried them. I jumped, nearly losing the bowl in my hand, as I
collided with his hard wall of muscles.
“ Sorry. I didn’t mean to
frighten you,” he stated through clenched teeth. His lids fell to
half-mast as he inhaled me.
My pussy clenched at his move; my body
shivered at the erotic undertones in his move. I swallowed hard.
Leaning back into the counter and away from him, I set the bowl
down safely. I couldn’t allow my mind to wander. I couldn’t get
hurt again.
—
Chapter Eight
DESI
Every time I thought I was making progress
with her, she shut herself down again. I knew it would take
something drastic. I needed to shock the fear out of her.
Her scent was getting to me. My muscles
began to cramp, the change trying to come over me. I clamped down
hard on the counter, trying to control it. She smelled like heaven.
God, I wanted to shove my nose in her pussy, lick her cunt and
taste her sweet honey. My cock was on the brink of exploding.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins; my wolf’s excitement over
finding its mate wouldn’t be curbed until we mated.
She stared up at me; her eyes were wide and
mouth slightly ajar. Her breasts appeared swollen, begging for my
attention. I shifted my position, the pain in my groin nearly
unbearable.
And that’s when I heard it; a whimper. A
soft, innocent whimper of painful desire that matched my own fell
from her lips.
I met her gaze. She seemed taken aback by
the noise she’d released. Her breathing was uneven; her lips pursed
as she considered me.
She shook her head, averting her gaze. Heat
colored her cheeks. “I… I’m sorry. I don’t know why my body is
reacting this way towards you.”
I slid a single digit beneath her chin; I
lifted her face