Page 38 of Cowboy Wolf's Kiss

Sizzle.Sizzle.

Chapter Twelve-Emmet

Take it slow.

I had that sentence on repeat inside my brain for the entire last week.

November was hitting this part of New Jersey with a dramatic flair.Mother Nature was tossing around temperatures that swung wildly from days in the high 60s to chilly spells where the mercury barely crawled above freezing.

The crisp autumn air carried a hint of wood smoke, and the trees, dressed in their brilliant fall colors, looked like a work of art.Street art was becoming a favorite of mine, and I appreciated graffiti in a way I never had before.

The trees, though, especially the ones around her property seemed especially lovely.Like a mural of gold, orange, and crimson against the bright blue sky.

Look at me being all fanciful and shit.

I adjusted my cowboy hat on my head, manning up for my day.This morning had been easy so far, and I was here to bring the herd back now that the pens had all been properly fenced and cleaned of storm debris.

Yeah, it was a pretty morning.Real pretty.

Seriously?

What was I, a poet now, or some shit?

Demon snapped his jaws inside my mind’s eye, and I snorted at the fucker’s ornery nature.No.A poet, I was not.

Maybe it was just what being near Jezebel did to me.Whenever I was close to her, the world didn’t seem quite so awful as it used to.She was a fixer, that one.

A homemaker.

Soft and perfect with her bright blue eyes and soft brown hair.I couldn’t believe I was fortunate enough to have her in my life.I mean,me.The broken Wolf.

How fucking lucky was I that I was the man who got to hold her?

To kiss her.

To make her moan and pant when I touched her just right.

To breathe in her sweet arousal.

To feel her sweet pussy gripping me every time I made her come.

To mark her with my bite.

Goddamn.I had it bad.She was so deeply ingrained in my heart, my mind, my very soul, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.Jezebel was everything.Even though it had only been a few hours since I left her, satisfied and glowing in her bed.Only after licking her awake in the early hours of the morning.Fuck.She was perfect.I could still hear the echo of her screaming my name as I fucked her with my mouth to glorious completion.

I missed her like crazy already.Her deliciously responsive, sweet, soft body.Those precious smiles and the way the corners of her bright blue eyes crinkled when she laughed.

Fuck.

There goes my boner.It was my new constant physical state when I thought about her.

My sweet Angel.

My mate.

I hated that we still lived apart, but she was human, and it was too soon to do what I really wanted.Break down her door and carry her to my cabin and never let her leave.

But I couldn’t do that.I was pretty damn sure there were laws against that kind of thing.Not that Demon cared about human legalities.The Wolf was on board with just taking her back to our den and keeping her there.

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