Savage (Wolf Ranch #4) - Renee Rose Page 0,2

my snap shirt, but that wasn’t going anywhere until I got it in the washer. I would take it off though, if she wanted. Fuck, yeah, I would.

I leaned down to put my face close to hers. “You can set it for me, sugar, and we can skip the doctors. Hell, we can play doctor if you want.”

I grinned at her blush, which I couldn’t miss even with the single light bulb lighting the room.

“Oh, well, I don’t know—” she said, but still reached up to line her thumbs along the bone of my nose. One quick move, and she snapped it back in place. She didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink at the task.

I wiggled my nose like a rabbit. “I knew you could do it for me.”

“Are you okay?” Her hands slid to my chest. The touch set off something strange inside me. Sure, it made my dick hard, but it was more. A connection. It must’ve had something to do with the whiskey. Shifters sobered pretty damned fast, but still. I didn’t usually react so… viscerally to human women. “That was very gentlemanly of you to step in.”

I suddenly wished getting punched in the nose hadn’t fucked with my sense of smell because my wolf was itching to get a noseful of her. I’d bet she smelled sweet.

Sweet as candy.

Every-fucking-where.

“I’m fine, sugar.” My hands found her waist of their own accord. I shouldn’t touch her. Not when she’d been drinking.

I’d been drinking, too.

Plus, she was best friends with my pack brother’s mate.

But her waist felt perfect under my palms. She had meat on her bones, and I itched to feel every inch of those soft, lush curves. Her blue gaze had locked onto mine, and she was breathing softly and quickly, little pants that made me want to shove her up against the wall to make them heavier. “You?”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, eyes dilated. “I’m better than fine.” She licked her lips. “In fact, I’m kinda turned on by you right now.”

Hell, yes. A woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to voice her needs. My dick went hard at her honesty.

“That was pretty badass the way you choked that guy with just one hand.” She cocked her head toward the closed door. Thankfully, the thick wood muffled the noise and music from the bar.

I almost groaned. My dick had gone rock hard, and she’d stepped so close to me I could feel her body heat, her soft curves just centimeters away. She was a petite, tempting handful.

“Sugar, you’re pushing my self-control here.” Despite my words, I pulled her soft body up against mine. “No matter how much I want to take things further, both of us have been drinking, so I think I’d better get you home before we get ourselves into trouble.”

She smiled up at me, her lids at half-mast. “Trouble, hmm?” she purred. “What if trouble is what I’m looking for?”

This time I was pretty sure my groan escaped. Holy. Fuck.

I’d been propositioned before. Becky, though, had my dick leaking pre-cum from just talk. She was fully clothed, and we hadn’t even kissed.

“I’m not that drunk.” She pressed those pert breasts against my ribs. “I’ve been drinking water the past hour.”

I took a deep breath, but… nothing. Damn, I had never wanted to smell a female so much in my life. Why’d that asshole have to punch me in the goddamn nose? I’d be able to scent her pussy, know if she was wet just by one inhale. I’d have to find out another way… my fingers itching for the task.

My brain scrambled—something that never happened to me with females—especially not human ones. Hell, my dick took over. Next thing I knew, I used my shifter strength to pick her up and set her down on a table I assumed was used for… hell if I knew or cared. I was just thankful for its existence as I stepped up between her parted thighs. Her jean skirt rode up, and I couldn’t miss the hint of hot pink panties… and a wet spot.

Yeah, she was wet for me. I licked my lips, eager to get a taste.

She let out a chuckle of breathy excitement and hooked a hand behind my head to bring my face down to hers. That was the yes my wolf and I needed.

She wasn’t drunk. She’d said as much, and her behavior was that of a hot, horny woman—not a drunk. I wasn’t taking advantage in a storage