Male chest. Dark skin. Sculpted pectorals that bunched as they steadied her. Dark nipples. Tight chest hair.
Pretty, pretty, pretty. Male perfection right there to greet her bleary eyes.
She smiled and reached out to touch all that perfection. She felt his heat before her fingers connected. She knew the skin would be satiny smooth and was pleasantly surprised when she felt the muscles twitch beneath her caress. Strength pulsing right beneath her fingertips.
And then her mind woke up enough to collect her scattered attention. Pretty, pretty got pushed aside in favor of something else.
“Werewolves?”
“Yes. I knew you’d want to see them.”
Damn straight she would. She just had to wake up.
Hank’s hands released her. She mourned the loss of his heat, but she could sit up on her own now. He pressed something to her lips. She smelled chocolate and peanut butter, and quickly opened her mouth.
She closed her eyes a moment, savoring the taste and the knowledge that pretty soon she’d have some blood sugar. She ate another three bites, thinking she ought to be ashamed for letting someone feed her, but at the moment, she needed to get her brain online. God, if only she could have…
“Drink this. Careful it’s hot.”
Green tea. Yes. Just what she needed.
She managed to wrap her hands around the mug. It wasn’t her favorite tea, but if brewed right, it had enough caffeine to wake up a two-by-four. And it was her mother’s favorite drink so that brought her comfort. Both aspects were very welcome right then, as was the man who was awkwardly shuffling his feet in front of her.
She quirked a brow at him in question.
“I know it’s stereotypical,” he said. “Mother likes it, so we brewed a pot. But if you prefer coffee—”
“What’s stereotypical? That Chinese people like tea?”
He nodded.
“Most Chinese people do like tea.”
“And you?”
She smiled as she inhaled the fragrance. This was quality tea brewed hot, and the caffeine was starting to wake her up. “I like caffeine and chocolate. Hot drinks are a great way to get both.”
His eyes took on a mischievous look and she lifted her head to see it more clearly. He had something up his sleeve—metaphorically speaking—and she wanted to know what it was.
“Don’t tease me, Hank. Not about my sacred foods.”
He reached into his pocket and drew something out. He had angled his body to hide what he was doing, and she was nearly distracted by the cut outline of his oblique muscles. Nearly. Because a moment later he showed her God’s gift to exhausted women: an expensive chocolate bar with espresso bean chips.
“Oh my God!” she gasped and nearly spilled her tea while trying to grab the bar. He held the chocolate out of reach, but that didn’t stop her from following it with her eyes.
“I stole it from Sammy’s stash.”
“She’ll kill you.”
“She won’t wake for another day. I’ll replace it before then.”
“You better. I’d hurt you if stole mine.”
He grinned as he squatted down in front of her. “What will you do if I give this to you?”
“Not kill you for teasing me with it.”
He grinned as he ripped open the foil packaging. He broke off a piece and held it out.
