Page 68 of Wolf Mate

Raising my fingers to his lips, he kissed each one, and my body sizzled.

He winked. “You’re right. I want to give you a lot more than just respect.”

Aaand I needed a cold shower. I’d never been aroused like this before.

He closed his eyes and took a step back. “Dammit, Sky. You’re going to be the death of me.”

“What did I do?” We’d been flirting, and now he seemed flustered.

“Your scent.” He opened his eyes, his irises glowing. “I can smell your desire, and it’s taking every ounce of control I have not to touch you.”

I wanted to convince him that was exactly what he should do, but he’d made it clear he didn’t want to do anything more while I was tipsy, and we had agreed to respect one another.

Of course, that was when my stomach gurgled. I hadn’t eaten dinner.

He smirked. “Nowthatgives me an idea.”

“My growly stomach?” I rocked back on my heels. “Really?”

“Yup.” He removed his keys from his jeans pocket and lifted them. “Wanna go for a ride and grab something to eat? I’m starving after the game. There’s a Taco Bell close by that’s open late.”

I wasn’t a huge fan of Taco Bell, but I could stand to eat something. From what I’d seen, food helped with not winding up with a hangover. “Okay.”

He laced our fingers again and opened the door. “Let’s ride.”

That was an odd way to put it, but whatever. I was down to go anywhere with him.

Hand in hand, we headed to the elevator. It was surreal walking with him like this, and my cheeks hurt from smiling so big.

As we rode down the elevator, he pulled me into his arms and nuzzled my neck. I gasped as desire surged through me again, making him groan.

I smacked him away and laughed. “Why do you keep doing that if you’re going to complain?”

“Believe me, I’m not complaining.” He pecked my lips and pulled back. “It’s fucking hot.”

The door opened, and he led me out the front to the parking lot. We headed toward a fancy black motorcycle and a white Navigator. Of course, I’d expect nothing less than the best for the future wolf king.

When we got close, he released my hand and went to the back of the bike. He unlocked the storage container and removed two black full-face helmets.

I glanced at him and then the Navigator. I hadn’t expected him to own the bike.

“You’re sober enough to hold on tight to me, right?” He held a helmet.

“Are you serious?”

“If you’re feeling dizzy and don’t mind me driving your car, we can take that.” His nose wrinkled, but he smoothed out his expression in a clear attempt to hide his disgust.

“I’m almost back to normal.” My head had stopped spinning, though my blood still wasn’t acting normal. I’d gotten all hot and bothered by him, and it hadn’t fizzed or hummed. “This is your bike?”

He cut his eyes. “Is that so hard to believe?”

Actually, no, now that I thought about it. “How fast does it go?”

“Fast, but it’s a cruiser bike, so it’s comfortable.” He ran a hand over it. “I got it this summer. It’s a Dark Horse.”

Whatever that meant. I could tell it was one of the more expensive bikes. “Yeah, okay.” I took the helmet from him. “And you’re comfortable having a second rider?”

“We’re about to find out, but I’m confident we’ll be okay. Otherwise, I wouldn’t risk it.” He put his helmet on and flipped up the glass then helped me with mine.

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