Page 28 of The Wolf and His Forbidden Witch
Not yet.Grayson fixed his eyes on hers. “Absolutely.”
Chapter 8
Aurora
Ajealous itch stabbed at Aurora as she pictured Grayson here, sharing his place with his mate. She pictured her as a gorgeous wolf shifter, like Victoria. And why not? Victoria wanted him as her mate. Was it only a matter of time before he committed to her?
She shoved that thought aside. Victoria wasn’t here now, but Aurora was, and Grayson had set up this romantic dinner for her. Despite her efforts to stay away from him, she had zero regrets coming here tonight. She’d done all she could for the moment with the Sacco pack. Although she probably shouldn’t be having dinner with him alone at his place until the negotiations were final, but what if this was her only chance?
As if reading her mind, he said, “What happens when you return to Salem?”
“What do you mean?”
He took her hand. “I’m talking about us. This thing between us. You feel it, too, right?”
Her pulse quickened. She’d been trying to ignore the attraction that had simmered between them since they’d met. They were trekking along dangerous territory with this conversation. “Yes,” she admitted.
“It’s something we shouldn’t ignore.”
The way he gazed at her with such hunger held her captive. Nobody had ever looked at her that way before.
Her bottom lip trembled. “Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this yet until a more appropriate time.”
“It feels like we’ve already waited long enough.” Yearning clipped his voice.
Grayson caressed the side of her neck, and she leaned into his touch. He had a point.
“Nobody knows you’re here except you and me.” His voice lowered to a deep, seductive murmur.
His gaze dropped to her lips. Her breath came quick as she struggled to find reason.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.
But when he bent his head toward hers, her wanton lips parted, longing to meet his.
His breath fanned her lips. “I know.” His lips brushed against hers. “Then why does this feel so right?”
She had no reply. What he said was true.
He pulled back as if waiting for her to answer. The intensity in his stare all but branded her as his with unmasked admiration and pure hunger. That look was stronger than any imaginable aphrodisiac.
“Do you want me to stop, Aurora?”
Her body revolted at the idea. “No!”
Did she have to cry out with such a frantic demand? “Don’t stop, Grayson.” She then leaned on her tiptoes to ensure that he didn’t pull away and kissed him.
Grayson didn’t respond at first, as if surprised by her action, but then he cradled the back of her neck and deepened the kiss. His other hand glided over her arm, traveling down her side, and then under the bottom of her shirt. As he seared her with his touch, she had the sense that he was claiming her, something she’d be more than willing to agree to in this moment. Even if this was wrong, even if this was a bad idea that would complicate their lives, she couldn’t help butfeel. Desire had never burned through her like this.
Grayson cupped her breasts over her satin bra, thumbing each nipple until they turned into tight, sensitive buds. Goddess, she craved more. She heaved a deep exhale and leaned into his touch, eager to feel a skin-on-skin connection. She pulled her shirt up, and he helped pull it over her head.
When he gazed at her, raking down her body and then back into her eyes, his irises burned with a brighter, golden glow. The feral glint in them sent a hot wave of arousal pulsing between her legs.
“You’re beautiful.”
The dark baritone of his voice echoed in her head. Even her veins seemed to sing with awareness. A tingling traveled all the way to her toes.
“I want to see you, Grayson. Touch you.”
