Page 9 of Stealing Sloane

Sloane smirked to herself as she sauntered off with him following. Still, the image of them together danced around in her head.

Would it be so bad?

She was no prude and enjoyed one-night stands every now and then. Jacob was damn hot, and sure, he obviously didn’t like her, but when did that stop any man from getting laid?

But she couldn’t possibly …

“Ahem.” She spun around, just outside the last door at the end of the hallway. “I thought you weren’t asking to shower with me?”

Jacob put his hands up. “This ain’t exactly a mansion, and I got nowhere else to go to avoid”—he gestured back toward the kitchen—“that.”

“You could go to the living room,” she pointed out. “Unless …”

He cocked his head to the side. “Unless what?”

Clearing her throat, she took a step toward him, closing the gap between them. “You reallydowant to join me in the shower?”

“Huh?” He frowned, but then his expression changed from bewilderment to realization. “Like, join you,join you?”

“Uh-huh.” Rising to her tiptoes, she got as close as she could to whisper in his ear. This close, she noticed his hair wasn’t completely dark blond but had shots of red through it, like flickering flames tempting an unsuspecting insect.

And she wanted to be burned.

“So, what do you say, Hot Stuff? You wannafuck?”

He swallowed audibly, then inhaled sharply. Arousal blew up his pupils. She gasped when his hand seized her arm, the bare skin of his palm branding her like a hot iron as his head lowered. Slowly, she closed her eyes, anticipation building in her as he drew closer, their lips almost touching.

Then he let go.

Her lids snapped open, her gaze crashing into his stormy green eyes. She watched the conflict on his face, as if he struggled with himself. Lips thinning, he took a step back and snorted. “This is a bad idea.”

The rejection hurt much more than she thought it would, but she would survive it. Because that’s what she did—survive. She reminded herself why she was here, to keep her sister safe. Stella only had to say the word, and she would take her away. And if things worked out with Cliff Forrest, there was no better person to protect her. Either way, she was never going to see this man again after today.

She shrugged nonchalantly. “Suit yourself.” Grabbing the bottom of the shirt, she whipped it off. “Here you go—your shirt back, as per your request.” She held it toward him, but he didn’t take it. No, he was too busy ogling her tits.

A small part of her celebrated the victory. Dropping the shirt on the floor, she spun around, entered Stella’s bedroom, and shut the door behind her.

Chapter 2

The door slamming in his face jolted Jacob Martin from his trance. All his life, he’d never had anyone get under his skin like that Lone Wolf did and in such a short amount of time.

To be fair, she did have a fantastic pair of boobs. On the large side, but not too much, tipped with prettiest pink nipples he’d ever seen.

He almost regretted backing off at the last minute.

She did offer,he thought with a shrug.

But at the very last minute, sanity prevailed. There were many reasons he shouldn’t fuck Sloane. First, she was sister to the True Mate of not one, but two people in his family. Two, she was a lunatic, and he was old enough to know not to stick his dick in crazy. And three, he couldn’t stand her, and even until now, he didn’t know if he wanted fuck or strangle her.

Or both.

Some chicks dug that, after all.

Something told him Sloane was the kind of girl who enjoyed that kind of thing.

He rubbed his jaw with his thumb and forefinger. Though it had healed, the memory of that kick to the face hadn’t quite faded from his memory yet.

His wolf, on the other hand, let out a needy whine.

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