her growing reaction to being close to him.
His mate was in his home voluntarily. She was snuggled up to his side, and he was taking her to his den. He hoped it would be hers, too, one day soon.
The large, cherry double doors loomed before them. Ria stilled. He didn't pause as he pushed the doors open and welcomed her into his sanctuary. Other than Ria, no other female had ever been in this place. Ria had been here before, but only because James had been up to his usual games of trying to get her into the same room as Drake. James might be protective of Ria, but he'd known almost as long as Drake had that Ria was Drake's, and he'd made it his business to bring them together.
She stepped into the room and immediately executed a sharp turn to the right after spotting his king-sized bed through the open double doors. He smiled even as his body and wolf demanded that he take advantage of the bed. He closed the doors to the suite behind them, forcing himself to appear relaxed as his space filled with her scent.
She was nervous, turned on and wary. Her scent and body posture told him if he did the wrong thing, she would run. He did the least threatening thing he could think of. He sat on the recliner and let her take in the changes he'd made. The last time she'd been in his suite, the front room had been empty except of boxes. The bedroom had only held his bed and nothing else. Now, it was filled with cherry wood and leather. He hoped she liked it, especially since he'd decorated it with her in mind. She walked along the edge of the room, drawn as he'd known she'd be to the bookshelves. Her fingers trailed over his collection of books the way he hoped they would trail over his bare skin. Her head bent as she examined souvenirs of trips past. She didn't know that he kept the few gifts she'd given him close to his bed, and she probably wouldn't learn that today, either. He knew that he wouldn't get her in the bedroom to see the safe place he kept them.
She glanced up and stepped back from the fireplace. Her hair fell to the side as her head tilted in an effort to take in the sheer size of the television screen he had mounted above it.
"Is it big enough for you?" she asked.
He laughed. "I think so." His TV had been one of his first purchases. The second had been the recliner loveseat he was now splayed upon while she slowly circled the room.
Her fingers trembled as she dropped her purse on the old steamer trunk he used as a coffee table, but she bravely faced him. "I really like what you did with it. You know, adding furniture."
He fought the urge to jump out of the chair and wrap her in his arms. The imp he remembered was still there in the mischievous flash of a smile. Now he just had to make sure that she let her guard down more often. He stayed put and felt triumph when she slid into the recliner. He waited until the last moment to hit the button that made the legs rise.
She let out a yelp and shot him an accusing glare.
"I like my comfort."
She made a show of snuggling into the seat. "So I see. Leather?" She arched a look in his direction.
Drake tossed her a soft blanket he'd picked out. It was a lush brown color that reminded him of her eyes. It was tied with gold ribbon, a bow on top like a gift. He wanted her wrapped in that blanket and nothing else.
"I'm not cold." She said, even as she pulled on the end of the ribbon to release the blanket.
He reached out and took it from her. "No, but aren't you the girl who always had to have a blanket when we watched a movie?"
Ria stilled beneath his gaze, and his wolf took notice of the way she wouldn't meet his eyes. Her fingers trembled as she smoothed them over the soft surface of the blanket. Every time he revealed that he'd paid attention to her, she withdrew.
As he waited for his Ria to come out of hiding, he turned away from her and started a movie he'd learned from James that she wanted to see. By the time she settled down enough to realize what he'd put on, she'd