I bit my lip. “No.”
“Then you’re telling me what you think I want to hear, which is bullshit. Hit me with it, Gorgeous. I’m a tough cookie.”
I sighed. “Fine, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep right now. I’m not comfortable enough in your guest room. It smells weird.”
“Some women are sensitive to scents after mating. Or drawn to their mate’s scent. Sleeping in my bed would probably solve that. I can take the guest room.”
I hesitated.
Connor waited. His arms were still around me.
“I think I’d rather brainstorm,” I admitted.
“Thank fuck.” He kissed my forehead spontaneously, and I bit back a grin.
Rather than pulling me into the hallway, he swept me off my feet and carried me toward the living room. A laugh escaped me as I leaned my head against his chest.
Maybe I didn’t justneeda werewolf for the sake of a wedding.
Maybe Iwantedone, too.
six
CONNOR
Zoe curledup against the arm of the couch, her feet out toward me as she held her blanket around her shoulders and chest. She’d wanted to take notes, so I offered to do it.
Mostly so I had something to keep my hands busy.
Otherwise, they were going to find their way back to her body. God knew they were itching to.
I wrote MATING PLAN across the top of the page.
“Alright. What would make you want to be mated to me the most?” I asked, underlining the title.
“What a question.”
“I know. We’re jumping right in.”
“Unfortunately, I forgot my life jacket.”
“You can have mine.” I feigned unbuckling it and handing it over. She accepted the imaginary flotation device with a smile that made her eyes insanely bright.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.
She buckled the invisible life jacket. “Honestly, there weren’t many things I missed about having a partner after things ended with Josh. Emmy filled most of them. Other than the sex thing, obviously.”
“I’m going to need more details before I can add that to the plan.” I tapped the paper with the tip of my pen.
She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide the smile that lingered in them. “Of course you do.”
“It’s only logical.”
“Mmhm. Well, I wasn’t screwing Emmy. Neither of us were interested in that. I always liked the intimacy of sex, and the way it relaxed me… if it went well.” She rubbed the back of her neck, her face red with heat.
I wrote on the page.
GOOD SEX.
