She turned back to stab him with a glare. “In case you missed the memo, I’ve been trying to get rid of you, not give you a reason to stay.”
No, he’d gotten the memo.
His brooding gaze slid down to the sensuous curve of her mouth before returning to the emerald fire burning in her eyes.
“And you thought if I discovered someone’s been trying to kill you instead of just harassing you that I would be more likely to stay?”
“Of course,” she said, regarding him as if he were being particularly dense. “You’re an alpha.”
“True.”
“Which means you turn into a caveman when you think there’s a damsel in distress that might need your protection.” Her gaze warned him not to even try to deny the truth of her words. “I don’t blame you. It’s all that testosterone rotting your brain.”
As if being drawn by a magnet, his gaze returned to her lips, all too easily imagining the havoc they could wreak as they moved down his body.
“It does more than rot my brain. Do you want me to demonstrate?”
CHAPTER 3
Hell, yeah.
She wanted him to demonstrate so badly she could barely breathe.
Which was exactly why she needed him gone.
Becoming involved with an alpha male was insanity under the best of circumstances.
Add in an unknown maniac trying to kill her, and her wolf’s bizarre need to mark him so that every other female would know he was off-limits, and it became a recipe for disaster.
“See?” she accused as he stroked his lips over her cheek. “Caveman.”
He shifted to nip the lobe of her ear. “There are benefits.”
Oh ... Christ.
She could already feel the benefits. They were melting through her body, making her knees weak and her h*ps press with restless need against the hard thrust of his growing erection.
In a minute she was going to rip off his clothes and push him onto the ceramic tiles.
Or maybe onto the breakfast table.
She wasn’t particular so long as it was hot and sweaty and lasted until she was too sated to move.
Vivid images of straddling that bronzed, perfect body had her abruptly shoving him away so she could head for the door.
“It’s late, go away,” she muttered, ignoring her wolf, which snarled in frustration.
She didn’t truly expect him to obey her order. Luc was a Were who would do what he wanted, when he wanted. But she hadn’t expected him to actually sweep her off her feet, cradling her against his magnificent chest as he headed toward the nearby stairs.
“What the hell?” she rasped.
“You’re right. It’s late.” He smiled down at her furious expression. “You should be in bed.”
A jolt of white-hot excitement speared through her.
Dammit.
She narrowed her eyes. “Do you think I won’t hurt you?”