Page 30 of Drive me Wild (South Island Shifters)

“For what?” I enquire.

She shakes her head. “No way. I’m not telling you.”

“Then, can I come?”

“You only want to come along and see if you can get a sneak peek of what Winter buys.”

“You caught me. So, can I?”

“Nope.”

“Damn it,” I grumble. “I guess I’ll have to wait.”

“Who are the flowers for?” Liliana asks. “Because that is one gorgeous bouquet.”

“They are for Winter.”

Liliana smiles. “Go get her.”

I grin as she exits my office, pick up my keys and do just that.

Eleven

WINTER

I’m sitting on my bed, reading one of the sexiest scenes I think I’ve read in a very long time. I have half a glass of wine sitting on my bedside cabinet, and all I want to do is have sex. This book is jam-packed full of heat.No wonder Liliana likes this author so much.

Continuing down the page, the main characters are fully having sex, and I am so turned on my entire body is throbbing with a desire I can’t contain. Shit! I have the overwhelming urge to pull out my vibrator to get off to words on paper, and this guy’s not even a real man.

Thinking of the real deal, the only one who comes to mind is Declan. He is the object of my desires. Dancing my fingertips across my throbbing bundle of nerves, it relieves some pressure but not enough. Feeling my core clench, I’m tempted for a moment to text him and see what he is doing and whether or not he wants to help me handle things.

Reaching across the nightstand, my hand touches my phone as a sharp knocking on the front door breaks my zone.Who could that be at this time of night?

Pulling my fingers out of my panties, I carry the book out to the kitchen bench-top and pray that this isn’t some weirdo door knocker selling something I don’t want. Opening the door, I’m surprised to find Declan standing on the threshold.

He can’t possibly know that I was just thinking about him, can he?

“Hello, Winter. I hope I’m not intruding,” he says.

“No, not at all. I was just reading the best sex scene in the world and thinking about using my vibrator to get off,” I reply, stepping aside and allowing him to come into the house. I close the door behind him and turn to face him.

“These are for you,” he says, holding out the flowers. I look at them and smile. These are my favourites. I’ll bet anything, Liliana told him. Sam never brought me flowers, saying they were a waste of money, and yet, here is this man who barely knows me, buying them without prompting or needing to apologise for something.

“They are beautiful, thank you. What brings you by tonight?” I ask.Please say sex. Please say sex.

“Actually, I came by to talk to you about a couple of things,” he replies.

“Uh-huh,” I say, clenching my thighs together as he moves closer, and I inhale his scent. Intense, masculine and intoxicating.

“Are you sure you are okay?”

“No, I’m horny.”

His eyes fly open before a sexy grin crosses his face. “Well, I can’t possibly leave you unsatisfied. What I came to talk about can wait.” He steps forward and presses me against the kitchen bench-top, so my stomach is pressed against it. He slides his hands down over my nightshirt and lifts it higher above my ass. I shiver as my bare ass is exposed to the cool air. He rubs his palm over it, eliciting a groan from me. “Is this what you wear to bed? Or did you wear it for me?”

“How could I wear it for you? I had no idea you were coming here.” He slides his hand up my thigh, rubbing in small circles. “Stop teasing me and get on with it,” I grit out.

“So demanding.” He slides his hand around my hip and down over my panties as I push my ass back into him. He gently rubs the fabric of my underwear against my clit. “That scene must’ve been hot. You’re soaked.”

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