Wolf Untamed (SWAT - Special Wolf Alpha Team #11) - Paige Tyler Page 0,75

admired a close-up of a tiny gopher staring at the camera with a confused look in his eyes.

One of the bedrooms in the house was set up for guests, while Diego had turned another into a photography studio, complete with a fancy computer, multiple monitors, and a printer that looked more expensive than Bree’s car. But it was the third bedroom Diego showed her that she was most interested in because it was his.

His king-size bed wasn’t obscenely huge, but it was definitely more than big enough for two. The forest-green comforter and cream-colored sheets looked perfectly cozy, and the pillows seemed fluffy enough for a person to lose themselves in. The rest of the master suite was equally inviting, full of warm, earthy tones and beautiful furniture, but Bree was too focused on the bed and wondering what it would be like to sleep there to notice.

Although, since talking with Rachel at the party, Bree had to admit being in a bed with Diego and not sleeping was something she’d rather do more.

“So, do you want to watch something on Netflix?” Diego asked.

She turned her gaze away from the bed to smile up at him. “Or we could skip Netflix and chill instead.”

Bree thought she saw gold flare in Diego’s eyes, but it disappeared too quickly for her to be sure. There was no mistaking the hunger she saw in their depths, though, and her pulse quickened.

Taking her glass from her hand, Diego placed it on top of the high dresser along with his, then stepped closer. The heat of his body enveloped her, making hers tingle in anticipation. He slid one hand gently into her hair, but didn’t move to kiss her. Instead, he gazed down at her as he teased the base of her scalp with his fingers. His touch was enough to make her feel warm all over.

When he finally did take that last step to close the scant distance between them, her heart was already pounding before his lips touched hers. She reveled in how perfect he tasted, sighing as his tongue slid in and tangled with hers, drawing a moan from them both. She would never get enough of him.

Bree slipped her fingers into his belt, the back of her fingers grazing the skin there as he tugged her closer until she was pressed against the hard-on in his jeans. Even through all their clothes, it felt amazing.

Dragging his mouth away from hers, Diego trailed kisses along her jaw, so he could nibble her neck. The feel of his extremely sharp teeth on her skin made her head spin. When had her neck become so sensitive?

She let her head fall back, giving Diego better access. He made use of it, moving his mouth down to the part of her collarbone left exposed by the straps on her dress. There was no way she could consider holding back the whimper that escaped as her body hummed. This was so insane.

And glorious.

Lifting his head, Diego gazed at her for a moment, then swung her up in his arms and, in two quick strides, set her down on the bed. Grabbing the back of his T-shirt, he yanked it over his head, then reached down to unbuckle his belt.

Bree stared, transfixed, unable to move. She’d fully intended to get undressed, but one look at that muscular upper body of his and she was frozen solid to the bed. She’d already known he was built from how good he looked in his uniform, but seeing those broad shoulders, mouthwatering pecs, and luscious abs made her wonder why he wore clothes at all. It was a crime against humanity to deprive the world of such a sight.

Well…to deprive her of the view, at the very least.

As he kicked off his boots, Bree pushed herself up on her elbows, noting the incredibly detailed tattoo of a wolf’s head on his chest with the letters SWAT underneath it moving and snarling as his pecs rippled. Even though it was a true work of art, she couldn’t miss the scars accompanying it.

There was the one she’d already seen on his right shoulder, now barely visible as more than a faint line a touch lighter than the rest of his skin. Other ones even older were scattered here and there. But there were fresher scars, too—one to the upper chest and another to his stomach—that looked like they couldn’t be more than a day or two old. Had something happened to Diego that