Page 12 of Wrong Number, Right Valentine

“I can dirty a few dishes if you’re longing to scrape and scrub.” He nudged me, and I giggled.

“Nah. I’m good.”

A mouth-watering aroma filled the kitchen as Reg added herbs to the salmon. We both tasted the yoghurt sauce, and Reg declared it the best ever! I was chuffed, even if it wasn’t true, but it was yummy.

We ate in a corner of the kitchen, and I was so hungry I was tempted to pick up the plate and shovel the meal into my mouth.

“You were starving.” Reg was much more restrained, forking a mouthful of salmon and rice and stabbing beans.

“Ice skating is thirsty work.”

Reg let on that he didn’t have much time for leisure activities. “When you have your own business, all your energy goes into making it a success.”

“You should be proud of what you’ve done with the restaurant.”

He shrugged. “It’s a fickle business. One day you’re the best thing in town, and tomorrow, you’re yesterday’s news.”

He put down his fork and asked if I was still hungry. Not wanting to assume he was talking about sex, I nodded, but told him I could make myself a sandwich. No way did I expect him to cook again.

“Pfft! A sandwich? Absolutely not.”

He brought out four cupcakes, some left over from the other night. The pink icing shining in the bright kitchen light.

“Tuck in.”

This scenario was part of my daydream, or my nighttime ones. Or middle of the day imaginings. There’d be pink icing on his lips, and I’d lick it off. Or vice versa.

“Mmmm. There’s something about pink icing that makes it better than any other.”

A dollop rested in the corner of his mouth.

Gods, all my dreams were coming true!

10

REG

“I’m not ready to go home.” Banks was blunt and forward.

I appreciated it because I was feeling the same way and kept putting on the brakes every time I wanted to lean in for a kiss or place my hand on the small of his back. When his pants dropped in the kitchen, it was nearly impossible for me to regroup. If I hadn’t been standing behind the prep table he’d have seen just how true that was.

“I’m not ready for you to go home or for me to go home.” I was botching this up. “What I mean is, I want you, Banks.”

He leaned in and licked a dab of pink frosting from the corner of my lips.

“I want you, too. Which of us lives closer? Let’s go there.” He was already heading out the back door. He meant business, and I was here for it.

It was a short drive to his place, and we raced up the stairs. We might not have known each other for long, but I felt like I was waiting for this moment for forever. I wouldn’t mark him, notwithout his consent, but enjoying his body? Yeah, I was all in for that.

My heart raced with anticipation as I followed Banks into the apartment. As soon as the door closed behind us, his irresistible scent filled my nostrils—the sweet, tantalizing fragrance of my omega, the one the goddess put on this earth, just for me… I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I pushed Banks up against the wall, crushing my lips to his in a hungry, desperate kiss. He moaned into my mouth, his body trembling against mine. Gods, I wanted him so badly, and if I wasn’t careful, I was going to come before we even got started. My cock was rock solid, begging to be set free.

“Reg,” Banks gasped as I kissed along his jaw and down his neck. “Please...”

I ground my hips into his, letting him feel how hard I was for him and loving that he was just as hard back, the delicious friction of our cocks brushing together sending bolts of need through me. The stupid fabric between us needed to go.

He whimpered and writhed against me, the scent of his slick leaving no room for doubt that he wanted this every bit as much as I did. He might not have had a wolf telling him we were meant to be together, but he sensed it.

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