“The library was closed and you weren’t supposed to be here,” I said, trying to suppress my laughter as Wolfe’s eyebrows furrowed, and the memories of that night flooded me.
How he’d lifted me up on the front desk, pushed up my skirt, and stuck his face right between my legs. It had been glorious—until Morton interrupted, and Wolfe just about threw him out the window.Neither had forgiven the other for what they both considered unconscionable actions.
Morton was sure that Wolfe was corrupting me, even though I told him I was the one who’d started kissing Wolfe. Morton then shoved the end of his tail into one of his ears and started singing loudly, effectively ending the conversation. Love and sex were two of the many things Morton did not understand about humans.
His shaggy eyebrows furrowed. “Well, I was here, and I saw many things I’ll never be able to unsee.” A shudder ran through his body as he turned and slithered away, mumbling under his breath.
Once he disappeared, Wolfe turned to me, yanking me into him and smothering my mouth with his. Heat filled the area between my legs, and all thoughts of Morton fled as Wolfe pushed me up against the bookshelf. I threaded my fingers through his hair and inhaled his musty, salty scent, reveling in this new life, this new reality where I could kiss Rafe “Wolfe” Wolfgang wherever and whenever I wanted to.
One of the books pushed into my back, and I broke our kiss off to step to the side. “Oops. I guess the book didn’t like me leaning against it.”
Wolfe let out what I could only describe as a growl.
“It’s probably for the best.” I patted his chest. “Don’t want Morton coming back here and slithering in on another inappropriate situation.
“I don’t give a damn what Morton sees,” he said.
“Are you ever going to like him?” I asked.
Wolfe grimaced. “I don’t like anyone.” He grabbed my hips and drew me to him. “Except you.”
“Well, I suppose that’s okay.” I looked up at him. “Is that why you came, or are you here to check out a book?”
He pressed a kiss to my nose. “I came to let you know I won’t be available for dinner tonight.”
“Oh?” I asked.
He swallowed. “I’m . . . going to my mother’s.”
My heart swelled. “She’s going to be so happy. Your whole family is.”
“Yeah.” He scratched his neck. “It will be nice.”
“You don’t have to be nervous.” My voice softened. “They’re going to welcome you back with open arms.”
“What about the other thing I have to tell them?” he said in a low voice.
Right. It had been a week since we’d discovered that Lor was still alive, and Wolfe had yet to tell his family. It seemed like he’d wanted to process his feelings about it first, and I understood. All I could do was assure him that I’d be by his side no matter what.
“Maybe you don’t have to tell them everything. Just that he’s alive. Do you want me to come?” I asked.
He shook his head. “I should do this alone.” His gaze turned feral, his voice low. “But I wouldn’t object to coming home to you naked in my bed.”
My cheeks flushed. I still wasn’t used to him talking this way to me. He had always been so short, so reserved, but I couldn’t deny that I loved hearing his innermost thoughts, loved the way my blood sang at his words.
“I think I can arrange that.” I took his hand and put it between my legs, and his eyes turned black. “This is what you have to look forward to.”
He let out a feral growl that almost made me consider yanking him into the nearby closet.
Morton cleared his throat, and Wolfe snatched his hand back from under my dress. “You two cannot help yourselves, can you? I’ve eaten so many romance books, and I always thought the lusting and trysts were a little over-the-top, but you’ve proven me wrong.”
My cheeks turned red. “We do have some control,” I mumbled as Wolfe’s lips twitched.
“Not from what I can see.”
“Do you need something, Morton?” Wolfe asked, an edge to his voice.
“Well, I would like some help at the checkout line,” he said pointedly, staring at me.
