Page 40 of So I Won a Werelion

“We’ve got to go.” Those wolves would be here any second.

She climbed onto the bike. Her body was stiff.

“Relax,” I said. It was gonna be hard enough to drive without her fighting me.

“What am I supposed to do with my hands?”

“Anything you want.”

“I bet you have some ideas,” she grumbled as she slid them over my chest. Much higher than I would have liked.

“Bet you do, too.”

It was a short drive to her house. For now, we’d lost those wolves. Wendy lived in a sleepy little suburban neighborhood where all the humans had probably been tucked into their beds for hours. But her scent was strong here.

“I made a decision,” I said when I cut the engine.

“Does it involve putting clothes on?” she whispered and pointed to the house next door. “My sister lives right there.”

I blew a kiss at Wanda’s house. “Has she ever seen a naked shifter before?”

“Probably not, and tonight’s not the night to introduce her to the pleasures of such a thing.”

I raised a brow. “So now you like me naked.”

“It’s just…” She grabbed my arm. “Let me get you into the house.”

I didn’t follow.

“Now what?”

“You can’t stay here.”

Her brow furrowed. “I live here.”

“Those wolves got your scent.” That sweet arousal was still tingling my nostrils. Damn. I wanted her. But tonight wasn’t about that. Or was it? “They’ll be able to trace you here. I can’t leave you alone. Pack some stuff, you’re coming back to Woodland Park with me tonight. I can keep you safe there.”

Maybe she’ll let you play bodyguard in her bedroom…

I liked that idea.

“Just for tonight?” There was no missing the panic in her voice.

“You’ve got other plans?”

She put her hands on her hips and scraped her teeth against her bottom lip. “I do have a reality show I happen to be starring in, but other than that, my calendar is pretty clear.”

“Funny, those are my plans too.”

“Fine, I’ll come with you to Woodland Park. Even though half your pride looks down their noses at me. Speaking of looking down, you are so distracting right now. I need to get you some pants.”

I raised a brow. “You got pants for me?”

“Sweats.” She shrugged and disappeared in the shadows of a dark hallway.

It took everything I had not to follow her. To close the door behind her when we got to the bedroom and back her against the wall. Slip my hands under her shirt while I kissed her neck. Finally kiss her.

After that, the fantasy varied. I’d only been having it since we were teenagers, so there was no end to the things I’d imagined doing to that beautiful body.

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