“Look at me.”
“I’ve seen you.”
“Would you look at me?”
I folded my arms in protest.
“Look at me.”
“Don’t use that tone of voice with me.” But his deep, husky voice made me look at him. With the lights of the city flashing by, he was completely illuminated by intense shimmers. That man was without a doubt the very fantasy man most women would beg to have grace the covers of romance novels and magazines and he was sitting in the seat next to me.
Rugged.
Handsome.
Dangerous.
My gaze fell from his eyes to his lips, my heart aching as much as my pussy was throbbing. I found myself roaming his body with a gaze that left a trail of desire. He had the kind of hair you wanted to spend hours running your fingers through, a wry smile highlighting a powerful chiseled jaw and high cheekbones. Then there were his eyes. They were so blue, so luminous I could almost see through them.
His body was… just amazing.
I would know since we’d… Since I’d enjoyed…
“Do I look like some werewolf planning on eating you alive?” he countered, huffing under his breath as soon as he did.
“I don’t know. Even in the movies, werewolves appear very normal until the moon shines bright and the hunger settles in. Then they rip people apart.”
He leaned over the dashboard, glancing at the moon. “We have a full moon.”
“Not quite.”
“Oh, for God’s sake, Christine. Are you afraid of me?”
“Should I be?”
Every sigh was heavy and I honestly had no idea how to process the volume of information. “That’s up to you. How can I prove to you that I’m not going to eat you alive?”
“Shift.”
He huffed, half laughing, half choking. “Right now?”
“There’s no time like the present.”
I wasn’t certain if he was debating doing so and I honestly had no idea what would happen if he did.
“I’m not going to shift, Christine. I can assure you that we don’t shift by the full moon. There are no cycles in nature that tempt us. In fact, we can go for years without shifting, but doing so is freeing for us. We rarely find the time or extend the effort. And since doing so is obviously more dangerous for us, we’ve learned to control the urges.”
“So you run around all furry in your house from time to time?”
He offered a sly look. “Maybe. I even sit on the porch in the morning and let it all hang out.” He laughed.
I didn’t.
“Oh, come on. Are you seriously asking me these questions?”
“Well, up until tonight, I was still hoping that the discovery of shifters was some big joke.”
“You know what? I wouldn’t mind if we could go back to living the way we were. We were much happier not being in the limelight. Not being hounded by people in the press acting as if we’re dangerous to their pets and small children. It would be great not to have someone like your father look at me as if I was trash. I’d love to be able to go into the rink without seeing signs that question whether I should even be allowed to breathe, let alone play sports.”
