Page 108 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

“Either way,”I said.“As long as she wants it, too.”

Her eyes sparkled. “How was the beach?” she asked.

“Wonderful,” Haven said. “Except the water was fucking cold.”

Maya laughed, and Haven shook her head and went into her room to set her stuff down.

I followed her and closed the door partially, setting the bag in my hand on the small pink chair in her room.

“Was it really wonderful?” I asked, stepping up behind her at the foot of her bed.

“Do you really have to ask that?” she muttered, looking at me over her shoulder.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and dipped my head into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent as much as I could before I had to leave.

I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to leave her. After spending a night with her in my arms and knowing how that felt, I wanted that every night.

Her hands rubbed my forearms, and her head tilted to the side to give me better access to her neck. I did not know if it was an intentional action or not, but it had my lycan in a tizzy.

I swallowed and kissed her neck lightly. “I have to go.”

“I know,” she replied.

But neither of us moved. Neither of us made any effort to end our embrace so I could go home.

“I want to make you dinner this week,” I murmured against her shoulder. “At my house,” I added.

I felt a little shiver run through her body and smelled her arousal leaking into her bedroom, and I had to hold back a groan. I was going to have to take care of myself as soon as I got home. Probably more than once, too.

“I would like that,” she answered, nudging me with her chin.

I lifted my face and met her lips in a gentle kiss, taking care to not let it get carried away. I squeezed her waist as I pulled back, and she turned in my arms to face me and hug me.

“I’ll call you, okay?” She nodded and squeezed me back. I gave her one more kiss, then walked to her door and said, “See you later, Sugar Plum.”

CHAPTER 38

HAVEN

I stood on the front porch of Wesley’s house and smoothed my hands over my dress as I waited for him to let me in. His little bungalow house was cute and well taken care of, painted a light green with a swing on one side of the porch. The overall look gave off a homey, clean vibe, making me comfortable and relaxing my nerves about this date night.

I had a strong feeling about why he wanted to make dinner for me tonight. He’d held us off from going all the way at the beach because he said he wanted it to be romantic and special, even though I told him it wasn’t necessary. Then he’d told me he wanted to make me dinner at his house, so I was crossing my fingers that the night would end with us in his bed.

No pressure, right?

I took a deep breath and smoothed down the front of my green dress again. I had made sure to dress up for this date since I hadn’t the previous time. He didn’t tell me to, but I wanted to. I wanted to look my absolute best for him. I wanted him to be unable to resist me.

Which was why my dress had tiny, thread-like straps and a slit that went all the way to the top of my thigh. I had made other preparations as well, in the hopes that the night went the way I wanted.

The door opened, and my eyes met the chocolate brown of Wesley’s, his smile faltering for a moment as he looked me up and down.

“Wow,” he said once his eyes were back to being level with mine.

I smiled at him, trying not to laugh at the dish towel he had thrown over his shoulder or his dressed-down outfit of the gray Stanford T-shirt I had slept in at the beach and jeans. Or at his bare feet.

“I didn’t dress up this time because last time you didn’t dress up, so I thought you would do the same again, and I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, so I just wore jeans and a T-shirt instead and—”

I stepped into his house and grabbed him by his cheeks, pulling his face down and kissing him to stop his rambling.

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