“Babe, you have like ten things.”
“I’m a nurse. I wear scrubs, then jeans and yoga pants when I’m not working”
“You need more,” he deadpans stubbornly.
“Zak, baby…”
“We’re going shopping. End of discussion.”
I roll my eyes, but don’t argue. Pick your battles and all that.
We move to the next box, the one labeled BOOKS.
Uh-oh…
Zak’s already reaching for it.
“Wait…”
Too late. He’s opening it and pulling out the first book. It’s a romance novel with a shirtless man on the cover. Bulging muscles, suggestive title.
Oh God.
I hide my face in my hands, my skin flushing.
“Interesting,” he murmurs, reading the back cover.
“Give me that.” I try to snatch it.
He holds it out of reach, smirking. His stupid long arms making it impossible for me to grab the book. “Claimed by the Beast King… sounds intense.”
My face is on fire. “Zak, stop,” I whine.
He’s still reading, eyes twinkling with mischief, scanning the description. “A curvy human bride stolen by a feral beast shifter who claims her in every way.” He looks at me, grinning with all his teeth. “Every way, huh?”
“I’m going to die.”
He pulls out another book. This one’s even worse, or better, depending on the perspective. The cover is… explicit.
“The Savage’s Virgin.” His eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, this one’s good.”
“Please stop.” I keep pulling his arm.
He flips the paperback open, reading a random page. And I watch, mortified, as his eyes go wide. “Fuck, baby. This is filthy.”
“They’re just books!”
He looks at me. His gaze has turned hot and hungry. “Is this what you want?”
“I…” I chew on my bottom lip, my nipples standing to attention, my clit starting to tingle.
“You want this?” He steps closer, raising the book. His scent invades my space. Woodsy cologne and all Zak. “Wanna be fucked till you can’t walk?”
I swallow hard. My mouth is dry. “Maybe.”
His grin turns wolfish. Then he returns to the box, pulling out more books. All spicy. Some, darker than others. But they all have the same recurring themes. Possessive alpha heroes. Curvy heroines. Lots of hot sex.
“You have good taste,” he rumbles, setting a few on the bed.
