Page 8 of Wolfish Hunger
“Delicious,” he growls into my lips. “My luscious, gorgeous Sammie.”
A humming purr erupts from my throat as I realize I’m unconsciously grinding against an extremely hard bulge at the front of his pants.
“Baby, you feel so perfect.” He sets me back down, kissing me breathless for another full minute. His eyes are glazed over when he steps back. “I don’t want to leave. But I’m trying to be a gentleman for my lady.”
“You said earlier I didn’t have to be a lady around you,” I laugh.
“Oh – right.” He thinks for a moment. “Well, I’m going to make the grand gesture of being a gentleman until you’ve known me for at least twenty-four hours. How’s that?”
“Super sweet.” I stretch up for a quick, snuggly hug that makes me wonder what will happen tomorrow. “Thanks for an amazing night.”
“Thankyou, gorgeous.” Kane kisses my forehead, then steps back as I fumble with my keys to open the door.
How on Earth can I sleep after a night like that? And how am I going to keep my heart from exploding when we have another date tomorrow?
5
KANE
On the drive to Sammie's house, I can barely remember what I did today. It was all a blur. Churned through a bunch of emails. Delegated a bunch of tasks to our many assistants. I meant to start planning another round of donations, but kept zoning out.
All I can think about is Sammie, and how perfect she feels in my arms. How I think I've been dreaming of her my entire life.
I ease off the gas as I swerve slightly to avoid a pothole. It instantly makes me think about buying Sammie a truck or an SUV so I know she's safe here. These mountain roads are getting worse.
Will she even want to stay in Old Hemlock Valley, though? Am I going to need to work hard to convince her?
Pulling up in front of her house, I square my shoulders. I've never backed down from a challenge before, and I’m not going to start now. I'm going to figure this out. Learning how to make Sammie feel happy, comfortable, and content has suddenly become my new purpose in life.
This time, when I knock on the door, she flings it open and waves me in. "Hi. One sec. I just have to grab my purse."
My jaw drops as I look around the minuscule bungalow. "Wow. You weren't kidding about the kitchen."
Sammie's laugh warms my heart. "Now picture the place with the couch folded out. I'm practically crawling over everything."
Hmph. I don’t like the idea of my sweet girl sleeping on a lumpy pull-out couch. But I’ll keep that to myself for now.
She meets me back at the door, then locks it behind her. "I've been working at the little table in the corner, or at the coffee shop. But this morning, I spread out in the meeting room of the library. Thank you for that suggestion – it was great."
As we drive the few blocks to the grocery store, I remark, "You glossed over what you actually do for work. Something for your dad's company?"
"Yeah. Dad is an expert in perfecting the flow of information-rich websites. Technically it's user experience, but he's always called itonline wayfinding."
I nod. “Finding your way through the site. I like it."
"They always try to get people of various ages and life experiences to do it. So Edward checks the websites targeted to young men, and I test all the ladies' sites."
"See? Youarea proper lady."
I love that she feels comfy enough to reach over and lightly smack my bicep. "Ahem. Do proper ladies wear jeans and a hoodie?"
I glance over and look her up and down. She could be wearing a garbage bag and still be cute as a button to me. "Those are very nice jeans. I'll have to check you out properly later. I mean…checkthemout."
We're still laughing as we begin to wander through the grocery store. Just as we reach the tomatoes, my phone begins to beep, over and over.
I pull it out and flip through the flurry of incoming texts.
"Wow, you're Mr. Popular," Sammie says. "Go ahead – don’t worry about me."
