Page 59 of The Wolf Professor

But she looked freakin’ adorable.

Mine.

He let the word roll around inside his skull, feeling more comfortable with it now, even though it was possessive and politically incorrect.

He’d just blame it on his wolf.

He tried to walk nonchalantly to the front door, but his feet nearly fell over themselves, and his hands were shaking as he unlatched it. For someone who prided himself on the grace of his movements, this was unsettling.

But when she stood on the doorstep, he was swept away by her smile.

He wanted to take her in his arms. Kiss her. Tell her he felt this deep rightness around her, that he didn’t understand it, but that he just wanted to follow it and see where it led them both.

But still, those entrenched sigma habits held him back.

He bowed his head with a little smile hitching his lips. “So, you’re back.”

“I’m back.” She smiled, her dimples twinkling at him.

Max turned and led the way into the study, aware of her soft feet padding on the carpet behind him. Her scent tickled his nostrils, warm and fresh and a little bit musky with that hint of arousal he’d noticed the very first time they’d met.

More than a hint now.

She was ripe for him.

Max closed the door, and when she went over to the desk and put her laptop down, he could only gaze at her, speechless.

She cocked her head. “Is anything the matter?”

He smirked like a schoolboy experiencing his first crush. “No. Nope. Nothing. Just, having you here is… rather pleasant.”

“It’s pleasant to be back.” She was teasing him, of course, and he probably deserved it.

She took off her boots, her jacket and her hat, and then then shook out her curls. And now he understood why she was so rugged up. Underneath her jacket, she was wearing a soft see-through pink blouse and no bra. Her luscious dark nipples were clearly visible underneath.

Max let out a low groan.

He went and stood close, just gazing down at her, not touching. Not yet.

“Did you get much work done?” she asked softly.

“Not work, no, but a lot of other important stuff.”

“Really, what?”

“Charlie,” he croaked hoarsely. “Can we not talk right now?” She stilled, her breasts rising and falling sharply with her breath, lips parted. The chemistry between them was like lighting the fuse on a stick of dynamite and waiting for it to ignite.

Max lifted his hand and gently pushed her curls aside, then bent his head, placing feather-light kisses down the column of her neck. With a ragged sigh, she stretched into his caress and purred as her body swayed into him.

He pressed his lips to the pulse just above her clavicle, let his teeth graze a light path, felt her skin goosebump as she shivered.

She pressed her body into him, her arms gliding around his neck, and murmured his name. And gods, already he was rock hard against her yielding belly. He hadn’t come since that time under the shower, wanting to save his pleasure for her, but now, as he turned almost dizzy with desire, he wondered whether that had been a good idea.

What if he lost control? The sudden memory of his Felcin roots made him tense up.

Clearly, she felt it. She put her hand up to his cheek, her eyes searching his face.

“I want you, Max.”

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