Page 15 of Her Werewolf Lover

Either way, Michael could do that.

Hell.

He damn well was born to do just that.

Arousal flared beneath his skin, and he took a deep inhale, savoring her delicate scent, memorizingit. This woman was dangerous. But his Wolf wanted her. And so did his human side.

Her eyes flashed a greenish-gold color with flecks of amber, and he had to wonder what they’d look like if he kissed her.

He expelled a breath and ran another hand through his dark hair. A gesture he’d used a lot as a kid.

Waving his arm to encompass the whole space in front of him, Michael tried to ignore his erection, the scent of her permeating the air, and the sizzle flaring to life between them.

Not an easy feat when it was doing everything, but literally setting him on fire.

“So, our timeline depends entirely on what you have in mind.”

“What will it cost?” Sam asked, and bit her lower lip.

Ahh. Here we go. The money talk.

One thing Michael loved about dealing with only large corporations was that money was hardly an issue, though yes, some haggling did occur.

He faced her down, letting her know her pretty face wouldn’t get in the way of his honest assessment. Even if his Wolf would never permit him to charge her a red fucking cent.

Mine.

“First, tell me two things. Why do you want to do this? And how much are you willing to put into it?” he asked, knowing full well she needed to do some of this for herself.

Newly divorced. Looking to establish her footing. We must do what is right for our mate,he told his Wolf as he felt the animal’s ire rise.

“Well, um, I want this place to bemine. I mean, I need it to be. And I am willing to put everything I have into it,” she said, nodding once as if that decided it all.

“Good,” he murmured having unconsciously moved closer, her warm vanilla scent filled his nostrils, and his Wolf growled with intent.

“Did you hear that?” she asked, looking past him.

“Um, no,” he said, cutting off that pesky rumble, “But good news, I think we can work together.”

“When can we start?” she asked, biting her bottom lip nervously.

“Right now,” he returned, holding her gaze a beat longer than was necessary before spinning to gesture to the nearest wall.

“See this wall? It’s an addition. Cramps the space,” he grabbed a hammer from where he’d spied one by a pile of moving boxes in the foyer.

“This is where you start,” Michael said and handed the tool to her, closing her hand around the wooden handle.

Samantha blinked and looked down at the hammer in her hand.

He imagined it felt foreign to her. Michael was taking a risk here, but he trusted his gut. Something about that wild look in her eyes told him she needed this as much as he needed to be the one to help her do it.

He liked how her smaller hand felt, so soft and cool to the touch wrapped inside his bigger, rougher one.

Was she soft everywhere?

He was willing to bet she was. And Michael couldn’t wait to find out.

She blinked and cleared her throat, stepping back and facing the wall. Michael watched her covetously.

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