By the time I’m walking her to her car like we’ve done for almost a year, I’m achingly hard and ready to go home.
I’m not above jerking myself off just to relieve some of the ache inside me.
“You seemed distracted tonight,” she muses, a hint of teasing in her voice.
“You know damn well why I’m distracted,” I mutter as we reach her car.
“Those new drinks are hard to memorize,” she continues.
“Uh-huh.”
She parked further away than usual, away from any other cars. Usually, she’s next to mine or Rylee’s, so I frown.
“Why so far away?” I murmur.
“Privacy.” We stop at her driver’s side door, and it takes a moment for my brain to catch up with what she says.
“Privacy,” I repeat, meeting the mischievous gleam in her eyes.
“Yeah,” she breathes. Her pupils are wide, her scent strong, and it suddenly hits me.
I’m overwhelmed by the scent of her arousal, sweet and delicious.
Holy.Shit.
“Travis,” she whispers, and I hold my breath and stare, entranced by her beauty.
But I recall how terrified she was last night; how she was ready to go home and reject us.
This is all so fucking delicate that I don’t know what to do.
But Blair does it for me.
Her hand caresses the side of my face, and I close my eyes and lean into her touch, letting out a deep exhale.
She’s touching me.
She’stouchingme.
“Last night you said we were friends,” I murmur against her hand. Chills race down my spine, and my mind grows fuzzy.
“We are,” she answers. Her knuckles stroke my cheek, and I stand there, letting her touch me however she wants.
Whatever she gives me, I’ll take.
Her fingers trace my face, ghosting over my lips, and trail to my scalp. She grips my hair and gently pulls at my strands, and I growl softly in response.
She feels exquisite, but I don’t know what she wants yet.
Never mind that I haven’t been touched like this in years—my inner Alpha roars to life, the urge to take and claim overwhelming my body.
Her fingers ghost over my lips again, and when I open my eyes, she’s staring at me intensely, her lips slightly parted.
Her eyes search mine, and she furrows her brow as if contemplating something.
Like I’m a puzzle she’s trying to solve.
As if she doesn’t know already that I would do anything she asked me to.
