Page 32 of Seduced By the Werewolves

He really is just an adorable puppy. And damn, he smells as good as Jace and Leon do. What is it about their body odor that turns me the fuck on?

“Start with club soda, then work up to wine?” I ask. I’m being too high-maintenance already, and he’ll probably get bored of spoiling me quick. But Quinn just nods, wearing that goofy smile, and retreats to the kitchen to fetch me a glass.

He’s surprisingly quiet while he cooks, only calling over from time to time to ask my preferences. He seems to have no trouble at all navigating the kitchen and finding what he needs. It’s not long before I’ve settled in under a blanket, letting the scent of cooking garlic and onions lull me into real relaxation. Whatever he’s making over there is going to be good. I’m a little embarrassed he caught me watching Blind Date, but he did say I should make myself comfortable, and I’m never more comfortable than sipping some wine while watching couples on television turning into total train wrecks.

Then an oven timer beeps, and in the kitchen, Quinn clinks plates together. After a few minutes he emerges, bringing me a tray I didn’t even know I had, laden with food.

“Shrimp paella and ceviche with roasted carrots on the side.” Looking rather pleased with himself, Quinn places the tray on my lap, then refills my wine glass. At last, he brings his own plate over and sits on the couch next to my feet, keeping a careful distance between us. It’s cute how much he’s trying to respect my boundaries.

“Wow.” I breathe in the scent of food and my stomach rumbles. “I can’t wait for this. How’d you learn to make paella?”

“Watched a video.” He spears one of his carrots with a fork. “Come on. Try it.”

The food tastes even better than it smells. Eating this dinner is almost an orgasmic experience in and of itself. My toes curl as I take another huge bite.

“Quinn,” I hum, “this is incredible.”

He has the same long canines as his brothers when he grins. “See, I can be an idiot, but I earn my keep.”

Before I know what I’m doing, I’ve inhaled the whole plate of food—and the wine, too. For a moment I imagine my mother sitting here, telling me to stop stuffing myself, and I quickly sit up and look for a napkin to wipe my face. Quinn’s staring at me, and I can’t believe I let him see me eat like that.

“Damn,” he says. “You absolutely wrecked that. Amazing.” He eats his own food faster. “Only Leon’s ever out-eaten me before.”

He devours his own meal, too, then snatches up both plates and the tray. I get to my feet to take them to the kitchen, but Quinn raises a hand to stop me.

“I’m going to clean up,” I say. “You just did all the cooking.”

“Nope.” His tone brooks no argument. “Sit back down. I’ll bring you more wine.”

So, I acquiesce and sink back down into the couch. A few seconds later, Quinn returns with a refilled glass for me. I settle in, feeling uneasy that he’s doing all this work—but he genuinely seems to enjoy it, and maybe it’s okay to let him.

Chapter Twelve

I don’t realize I’ve fallen asleep until I hear a whisper in my ear. “I’m going to let myself out, okay?”

I sit up abruptly, and bump my head right into Quinn’s face. He lets out a yelp and backs up.

“I’m so sorry!” I scramble off the couch, hoping I haven’t broken anything. “You surprised me!”

“It’s my fault,” he says, rubbing his nose.

There’s no blood, thankfully. I reach up to check him over anyway, and Quinn leans into my palm when it brushes his cheek.

“Mmm,” he says, releasing a heavy breath. “I’ve wanted you to touch me all night.”

The words are so gently spoken, I’m not sure if I heard him right or not.

“You have?” But he’s done such a good job of keeping his hands to himself and hasn't made any overt gestures.

“Oh, god, yeah.” He inhales deeply as he puts his big hand over mine, holding it in place. “You smell like fucking rainbows. Like sunshine and ice cream and pizza and?—”

I get the sense he loves food.

“What is it with you guys?” I ask with a chuckle. “All of you and your smelling.”

A look flashes across Quinn’s face, something like uncertainty, but it goes away just as quickly.

“Good noses,” he says. He still hasn’t released my hand, and I find I don’t mind. I love how warm he is against me.

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