“Do you need help? Do you need extra hands rebuilding? What can I do?”
“You can stay safe,” he said. “I’ve been going crazy thinking that could’ve been you.”
“Nory is her name, right? The human?” she asked, trying to remember all the things he’d said about his Pack by the food trucks last weekend.
“Yes.”
“Is Nory okay?”
He huffed a tired laugh. “She likes guns.”
A smile took her lips, and she pointed to her dresser, where her handgun was sitting in its purple camo holster. “Me too.”
“Yeah, well, she doesn’t know about silver bullets yet. Maybe you can teach her.”
Hope bloomed in her chest. “Are you saying I can meet her? I would be happy to show her. I have all the stuff to make them in my garage.”
He huffed a laugh and hung his head. “Of course you do.” He leaned forward, and she noticed it in his eyes. He was tired.
“Have you not been sleeping?”
He shook his head. Even the glow in his eyes was dull.
She stood and approached him slowly, and he reached for her, and closed the space between them. He wrapped his arms heavily around her hips and rested his forehead between her breasts, then heaved a sigh. His body seemed to relax by the second as he held her, and she pushed his beanie off his head, and ran her nails against his scalp.
A long moan escaped him, and he hugged her even tighter. His legs encased hers. Even sitting on the bed, he was nearly as tall as her and had to slump to rest his head against her chest.
“I take it back. I kind of like your muumuu,” he teased.
“Oh hush.”
“I’ll bring you some of my T-shirts,” he rumbled. “They’ll fit you the same.”
“What if I don’t want to wear your T-shirts?” she joked.
“Destiny.”
“Maybe some of my other boyfriends already gave me a pile of T-shirts. Maybe my garage is full of them.”
He growled and gripped her jawline gently, then pulled her lips to his. He did that slow drink that had consumed her so completely the other night, and she found herself straddling his lap. He was gentle. His touch was soft, and even when he slipped his hand up the fabric of her night gown, he was gentle when he played with her breasts.
Oh, she liked him. Already, she would do stupid things for this man.
He eased out of the kiss and searched her eyes. “You don’t have a lot of boyfriends,” he said in that gravelly voice that told her his wolf was getting ramped up. “You’re picky. It’s one of the things I like about you.”
“But you don’twantto like me,” she whispered, still a little stung by that part.
“For your own good. That’s all. You have to be okay. If I feel like this after so little time, it’s scary to think of you getting hurt.”
“You’re scared?”
He dipped his chin once. “I don’t get scared, Destiny. I don’t like this feeling.”
She allowed a slow smile and ran her fingers through his hair again and reveled in the way he rolled his eyes closed and relaxed under her touch.
A growl escaped him and he leaned up and kissed her, and then his hand was there, gripping her ass as she sat straddling him. His touch moved to her front and Destiny gasped as he slid his hand easily into her unbuttoned jeans, and under her panties. She gasped again and rolled her head back as he stroked her entrance gently.
“I’m going to make you forget you were angry with me,” he murmured as he pressed his lips to her throat. “I know you don’t have much time right now, but that’s okay. I’ll take care of you.”
