Page 50 of The Weakest Wolf

I want to bite his bottom lip.

When I realize where my thoughts have strayed—and where my eyes are—I fix my gaze on a nice, safe place. His ear.

“You’re not convincing anyone.” He sounds like he’s smiling, but I don’t turn to see.

I start wondering what he’d do if I bit his ear. Or sucked on it.

Would he like it?

I rip my gaze from his ear before I act on an impulse I’ve never had before in my life. “Why do you even want a kiss?” I snap. “Just get one from Chloe, or pick one of the women. Tera would happily give you what you want. You won’t even need to bribe her.”

He slides a hand around my hip and lifts me so I’m on tiptoes. But that’s not all his move does. It tucks him right where I want him.

His eyes settle on my lips. “I want you.”

Oh God, he’s rightthere.

“This is…” My voice is so breathless I have to clear my throat. “You have to—"

“Take off my pants?”

Yes.

“No, you want somethingfromme. You don’t want—” his lips brush against mine. It’s a kiss so soft that there’s no reason for me to be this out of breath.

I stare up at him. “You kissed me.”

His smile returns. “So I did.”

My gaze goes to his lips, and it stays there. Need sinks its claws into me until I shake with it. “I don’t trust you.”

“And I don’t trust you,” he murmurs, his voice husky.

But that doesn’t stop us from leaning toward each other.

This is wrong on so many levels. After everything he’s done to me, I should knee him where it hurts, shove him to the floor and take off while he’s busy cupping himself.

Except I don’t.

I shouldn’t want this, but I do.

His lips touch mine and my eyes flutter shut. It feels good. Too good. As his mouth moves against mine with increasing pressure, I sink against the door.

He lifts his head an inch. “Open,” he breathes.

I shake my head.

He bites down on my lower lip, a sharp pain he immediately chases away with a firm stroke of his tongue.

Arousal floods my body, and my breathing turns heavy. But I don’t open my mouth. I don’t let him in.

“Sierra.” His voice is a low purr that hits me right between the legs.

I shake my head again.

Galen lifts his head and takes a step back. In a move I wasn’t expecting, he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head.

It takes brute force to keep my eyes on his face and not on his chest. “I don’t want that shirt.”

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