BOYD #2
I couldn’t stop the giant smile from stretching across my face. Relief was swift, and my wolf practically high fived me. “Great. I’ll see you then. Maybe you should get home and get some rest if you’re working early.”
She peered up at me like she was trying again to decide if I was speaking in code but then slid off the bar stool. I stepped back to give her room. “Yes, I think I’m ready to drive.”
“I’ll follow you home, just to be sure you make it safely.”
Understanding dawned on her face, followed by a little smirk and flick of her brows. She didn’t believe me. Dammit. I wanted to have sex with her. Now. Later. Anytime. All the time. But it wasn’t going to happen tonight. It couldn’t.
Trouble was, my dick had already leaped into painful action.
No, that wasn’t the real trouble. The real trouble was that I wasn’t going to get him into the action.
For once, I was thinking with my big head not my little one.
My dick could get hard for Karen—what conscious male’s wouldn’t—but my mind only wanted Audrey, and that was a first.
My dick would stay in my pants, at least until tomorrow.
Tomorrow, once we’d had some time to get to know each other, all bets were off.
I’d get to know all kinds of things about her, like if the back of her knees were an erogenous zone.
If her nipples were really sensitive. If she liked to be on top or if she liked the nice deep thrust taking it from behind could give her.
I escorted her outside and into her car, then climbed in my truck and followed her home. I wasn’t going to get out of the truck. It was a bad idea. But the gentleman in me couldn’t stand not jumping out to open her door and help her out of the car.
Unfortunately, the moon was waxing, and my wolf made it hard to contain my lust for her. Her sweet scent being kicked up on the evening breeze didn’t help for shit.
“Wow,” she breathed staring up at me. “Your eyes almost glow in the moonlight.”
Fuck.
I blinked rapidly and looked away. “Do they?” I made a sound somewhere between a cough and a laugh. “Weird.”
Tell her, my wolf whispered.
That was a crazy fucking idea because telling her was forbidden. Rob wanted me to stick close to her, so we’d know if she suspected the truth, not to tell it to her outright.
Then again, mating her would be a giveaway, too, and I was already on board with that.
Mark her, my wolf growled.
I took a step back. I couldn’t mark her. Why had I not considered that until this moment? Oh fuck. She wouldn’t survive a mating bite. I could sever an artery, and she could bleed out. Even if I didn’t, it would be painful for her and would leave a terrible scar on her delicate human flesh.
I looked down at her. So small. Fragile.
Perfect. She wasn’t a twig like most women who crossed my path.
No, she had some meat on her bones. To my wolf, she was healthy to rear pups.
To me, she had something to grab onto, to sink into when I fucked her until she screamed my name.
She was all female. Her breasts were small beneath her cute top, but real.
I wondered if her nipples were tiny or large, pink or coral. Upturned or flat saucers to be licked.
My wolf and I knew her pussy. Her scent, her taste, the hot, wet clench. So fucking tight. Musky.
She was staring up at me with those fathomless blue eyes, such a contrast to her dark hair. The lenses of her glasses only amplified their size, how open and trusting she was. Innocent. Perfect.
Marking her was out of the questions. I could never do such a violent thing to her. I scrubbed my hand over my face. No mark, no mate. No mating, and it would just be fucking. Just what she didn’t want. I couldn’t fuck her and not mate her.
Wait. Something was wrong here. Why would my wolf want to mate a human? Why was he so fucking insistent that she was the one? No other wolf I knew was mated to a human.
It just wasn’t done.
This didn’t make sense.
But Audrey hadn’t noticed any of my mental mind fuck. She stepped into my space. “I know I said I didn’t want a fling, but… God. I owe it to women everywhere. Are you coming in?”
Yes, growled my wolf.
My dick surged against the zipper of my jeans.
But for once in my life, I wasn’t going to screw this up.
I moved slowly, so I could keep control.
I didn’t want my wolf to take over, and fates knew I felt him scratching right at the surface, ready to show his fangs and embed my scent into her skin forever.
I cupped the back of her head and leaned down, brushing my lips across hers lightly.
“I want to,” I murmured. “Fuck, I really want to. But you need your rest. And this is me showing you I’m interested in more than sex.”
The disappointment on her face nearly killed me. Or maybe that was the throbbing in my balls. Either way, I was dying.
Even with only the glow of the street light, I could see her embarrassment. She’d told me no earlier, that she wasn’t like the Karens out there. Now, she’d offered herself up, and I turned her down. I was an asshole no matter what I did here.
“Give me your phone,” I said, my voice gravelly with need. And frustration.
She handed it to me, and I called myself with it and handed it back. “Now you have my number. Let me know if you have a sweet baby to deliver, otherwise I’ll be here to pick you up at three. Got it?”
I didn’t give her a chance to answer because kissing her hard suddenly became way more important.
I wrapped my lips around hers, claiming that mouth like my life depended on it.
Like this was the way I marked a human. My tongue swept between her lips, tangled with her.
Gripping the back of her head, I angled her as I wanted, drinking from her.
When I broke the kiss, her glasses were crooked, and she wore a dazed expression. Her fingertips travelled to her lips, as if feeling to see if they were still there. Or how swollen they were.
Yeah, I knew just how she felt.
I took her keys from her and opened the front door of her small but sweet cottage. She lived a few blocks off Main Street in the older section of town. Trees and plantings were well established, and I scented honeysuckle along with her peach essence. I guided her through the doorway.
“Now get some sleep,” I said, slapping her ass.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, looking over her shoulder with a startled but pleased expression.
I grinned and made a note: likes spanking.
Well, that was good because I fucking loved her ass.
“Goodnight, darlin’.”
“Goodnight, cowboy.” Her breathy voice made it so fucking hard to back away and leave.
But I did.
Because Audrey Ames mattered to me. And I was going to prove it to her.