Page 78 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

“I don’t mind,” he said. “That’s what a boyfriend does.”

I jerked back and stared at him, my mouth gaping open, an incredulous laugh spilling from my mouth. “Pretty presumptuous of you to think—“

He cut my words off by pressing his lips to mine, his hand moving to the back of my neck to hold me in place. I melted into his body and into his kiss. It was both strange and yet natural how comfortable we were together, how instinctively my body responded to him. My hands moved to his face, trying to pull him closer, my fingers scratching through his beard to hold on tighter.

The kiss after our dinner had been tender and sweet and was the culmination of not only our date but the buildup of the connection we had forged as kids. But this kiss had a hint of heat behind it and a touch of possessiveness in it that did delicious things to my insides.

“Wesley,” I breathed as he broke away from my mouth and trailed light kisses along my jaw.

“Haven…” he replied, my name on his lips like a prayer.

His voice was low and gravelly, and his mouth moved against my skin as he spoke, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my whole body.

“I-I…”

I forgot what I had wanted to say to him. The capability of forming coherent words had left me. All I knew was him and his touch and his kisses on my neck and jaw. His breath tickled over the trail of kisses his mouth made, and I whimpered, the noise escaping me before I could even stop it. Then his mouth was back on mine, our lips tangling together in desperation.

I scrambled to get closer to him, almost climbing into his lap to close the distance between our bodies. The heady combination of his kisses, his touch, his sexy voice, and his sweet, spicy, woodsy scent had me in a haze. I was ready to give in, to let it envelop me and let my desires take the lead. But before I could act on it further, he pulled back from me, moving me so I was no longer attached to his body, holding me at arm’s length.

The same lust swirled in his eyes, and I could sense his reluctance as he put distance between us. He cupped my cheek and stood up from the couch, moving until I was sitting, and he stood in front of me.

“I should go,” he muttered, even as he stayed in place and stared down at me, his other hand mirroring his first on my face. “You need to rest. You have an important night coming up,” he added.

I nodded, even though I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him to stay, even though I knew it was much too soon for us to take that step together, no matter how strong our connection was or how deep my feelings for him ran. But I wouldn’t deny I wanted it. I wanted him so badly it hurt. I wanted to be his in every way.

He bent down and kissed my forehead. “Good night, Twinkle Toes,” he said, then he walked around the couch and showed himself out.

CHAPTER 28

WESLEY

I looked out at the rest of the members of the audience as I sat in the theater the night of Haven’s and the company’s premiere ofThe Sleeping Beauty. The excitement in the air was palpable. I could scent it on everyone in attendance. I didn’t realize ballet would be so popular in the city near our pack, but almost every seat at the performance was sold out.

Reid sat between Nolan and me, but I wasn’t sure where Seb was. I’d thought I had scented him entering the theater, but then his scent faded and disappeared.

A hand waving caught my eye, and I looked down towards the front of the theater to see Shirley waving at me, a huge smile on her face and Jack sitting next to her, an almost identical smile on his face. I waved back at them, happy to see them supporting Haven.

They had become like family to us since they moved here, and I knew just how much they missed Haven, and how much they regretted the way everything went down when Jack had his stroke. For them to find her again after so many years was a help in healing those wounds.

Seb finally showed up, dressed in a white button-up with suspenders, carrying a bouquet of wildflowers tied together with a piece of twine I was ninety-nine percent certain he got from the back of his truck.

“Where the fuck were you?” I asked him as he sat down on the other side of me.

“I had to go get flowers,” he said, glaring at the three of us. “I didn’t get the memo,” he added, gesturing at each of our bouquets.

I looked down at mine and then over at Reid and Nolan’s. The bouquet Reid bought was almost as big as the one I’d had specially made, and Nolan’s was a respectable-sized arrangement of sunflowers.

“Seriously?” I asked, lifting a brow. “It’s aballet. Of course, you’re supposed to bring flowers.”

“Well, no one told me! I walked in and saw you, Nolan, and Dickhead with yours and realized I couldn’t show my face without one, so I left. But of fucking course, all the shops were closed already, so I had to improvise,” he said.

“How am I related to you?” I muttered, shaking my head.

“Well, Mom and Dad—”

“Shut the fuck up!” I laughed, smacking him on the back of the head. “That was rhetorical.”

Sebastian just smirked at me and opened his program.

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