Page 24 of Drive me Wild (South Island Shifters)

“Want a shower?” Winter asks when we’re finished having sex. We didn’t quite manage to use the entire box of condoms, but we gave it a damn good try.

I look at her; all tussled hair and ruby red lips from all the kissing we’ve done. “No, beautiful, because we both know if I get in that shower with you, it’ll lead to more sex, and I don’t think I can do another round. You go ahead.”

“I will, but maybe later. Do you want a coffee instead?” she asks as she slips on a silky light pink robe that has seen better days. She ties it around the middle and looks at me. “Well, do you want a coffee?”

“I would. But are you seriously about to walk out there wearing only the robe?” I ask, pointing to the lounge.

“Yes, no one can see in; the curtains are closed. Don’t you go all bossy boyfriend on me. We’ve shared one night of sex, and that’s it. I’m in my own home. I can do what I damn well please.” She storms out of the room.

I rub my hand over my chin. The woman is definitely going to drive me wild, both in and out of bed, with her sexy and sassy attitude. I’ve got my work cut out for me with her.

Following her into the lounge, I find her pulling down a coffee cup from the cupboard, and I lean on the kitchen bench. “Winter, look at me.” She does. “I’m sorry. You’re right; I shouldn’t have gotten all protective boyfriend on you. I’m sorry. It’s just knowing you are naked beneath this robe is a turn on, and anyone could come to the door. This naked body is all mine to see.”

She snaps her head up to me. “Possessive too, I see. Declan, it was one night of sex. That’s all.”

“You want more. I can see it on your face, no matter what you try to tell yourself, baby.”

“Don’t call me baby,” she whispers, changing the subject.

“Why? Don’t like it?” I ask.

“It’s what my ex used to call me, and it makes me sick.” She shivers in my arms, and I pull her closer to me. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s okay. I don’t like being called sexy or babe. My ex called me those things. I completely understand. So what do you like?” I ask.

She looks up at me. “You really want to know that?”

I brush her wild hair away from her face. “I do.”

“I like when you call me beautiful or sweetheart. Sweets, too.”

I nod. “I like those too, but you definitely earned the title of sex Goddess last night because damn woman, you rocked my fucking world.”

She blushes bright red. “I wasn’t that good.”

I move around the bench-top and pull her into my arms. “You were fucking fantastic. Trust me, beautiful, I’m coming back for more.”

“You can’t tonight. I’m having girls night with my younger sister, who lives here and will be home very soon. You need to go.” Just like that, she stiffens, and her walls return very quickly.

“Go? I can’t meet your sister?” I ask, confused.

She shakes her head. “I’ll explain another time, but please, you need to go.”

This woman has been damaged before and, from what I can see, quite painfully too. I vow here and now, any way I can find to make her laugh and smile, I’ll damn well do it because seeing this pain on her face is too awful to bear.

I slide my arms around her. “Only if you promise me that I get another night.” Yeah, I’d called it perfectly. One night is never going to be enough.

“I promise.”

“Text me.” I lean down and place a short kiss on her lips, but she’s the one who deepens it into a promise to come back for more. She tangles her tongue with mine as the scent of sex and her envelops me.

She pulls away and shoves me towards the door.

I chuckle. “Alright, I get the message.” I open the door, sneaking a look back at her still sitting on the bench, her robe barely covering anything at all on her delicious body. The wild look in her eyes is tempting me to stay. A low growl escapes my lips, and all I can think is she’s mine.

Exiting the house, I close the door and walk towards my car. As I do, I sniff the air and catch the scent of a wolf. Strong, powerful and not from my clan. What the fuck? Who the fuck knows about her? Or am I being followed? And if so, why? To what purpose?

Glancing back at the house, I realise one thing. Winter is in danger, and I put her there all because I had to think with my dick instead of my head. I get an overwhelming feeling to dash back in there and stay all day as protection for her. Still, I know all it will achieve is us either ending up back in bed together, which wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing or freak her out entirely and have her asking questions I’m not yet ready to answer.

---