She smirks.
I chuckle.
This woman is damn delightful. Surprisingly funny. And I’m surprised that I like her—not just want her. Not just desire her.
This attraction I feel for Hadley is more than just mating fever.
It’s real.
It’s something I wasn’t expecting.
But I think I might actually be falling in love with her.
“I wasn’t being fresh, but yes, I did all the repairs. Used to work in construction. Anyway, this was my childhood home.”
Something shifts in her expression.
Softens.
“Come on. Let me show you inside,” I add, already moving to round the truck.
I open her door before she can reach for it, offering my hand.
She takes it.
Willingly. Trustingly.
Thank fuck.
And when I help her down?
I don’t just help her down.
I pull her in.
Hands settling on her hips as I guide her from the seat, her body sliding against mine, soft curves pressing into hard lines.
Every inch of her brushing every inch of me.
Her hands come up automatically, gripping my shoulders, and for a second?—
We just stand there.
Too close.
Too aware.
My Tiger goes quiet.
Not restless.
Not hunting.
Just focused.
Because this woman?
She does something to me.
