Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
My body seems to be on board with the idea. If I lean any closer to him, my chair is going to tip over.
“I think you’re in the right place to find out,” he says with a warm smile.
I force my eyes off him as warm tingles erupt all over my body.
I think so too.
“More pasta?” I ask as I grab the pot.
He grins as he looks at me. “Definitely.”
By the time the first star comes out in the sky, I’m full-on smitten with this man. The fire is roaring, lighting Michael up in sexy shades of golden orange. Dark shadows sway across his gorgeous face.
I thought I was fine being alone up here, but now I don’t want him to leave. I don’t think I could handle sleeping in my bed all by myself tonight. I’d be awake the whole night thinking of him.
Dark clouds start rolling in, covering the stars.
“I wish I had some clothes that would fit you,” I lie. “I’m sorry you’re stuck in nothing but a towel. You must be cold.”
He grins and I feel my heart rate pick up a few notches.
“I don’t really get cold,” he says. “I don’t mind that I’m half naked if you don’t.”
I don’t. I really really don’t.
A few drops of rain begin falling. It’s not much at first, but then the sky opens up and it starts pouring.
I scream as I jump up and run to my bus. Michael follows me.
My heart is pounding as I open the door and step inside.
I turn around, not knowing what to expect. What happens now?
Michael stops outside the door, looking up at me with those sexy brown eyes. The rain is beating down on him, pounding his round shoulders and wetting his hair. He doesn’t seem to notice. All of his attention is focused on me.
“I can leave tonight,” he says in a raspy tone. “But I need to see you again.”
“Where are you going to go?” I ask. “It’s pouring out!”
“I’ll make my bear walk back in the rain,” he says with a chuckle. “I owe him that much at least for all the shit he’s put me through over the past two weeks.”
“Don’t be silly,” I say, stepping to the side. “Come in. Dry off.”
His eyes turn heated as he steps into the bus, causing it to rock. I hold my breath as I look up at him. He’s towering over me.
I knew he was big, but seeing him crammed inside my bus, it hits me how large he really is.
My eyes drop down to his broad shoulders. They’re covered in little droplets of rain.
“You’re all wet,” I whisper as I drag my eyes down his muscular stomach. I suck in a breath when I see the shape of his long thick cock pushing out against the towel. I swallow hard.
“And how about you, my love?” he growls. “Are you all wet?”
I look back up into his lust-filled eyes and my body shivers. Heat blooms inside me, emanating from my core and traveling down between my legs. My pussy aches with heat under that sexy gaze.
I want him so badly. I want to feel him on me, in me.
A spot on my neck, right under my ear, is tingling like crazy. I touch it lightly as he watches, looking like he’s about to devour me whole.
“Do you know what that spot is for?” he asks in a deep growly voice while the heavy rain pounds on the roof and windows.
I graze my fingertips over it as I look at his mouth.
“Your lips?” I whisper.
“My mark,” he says as my knees nearly buckle. “A shifter always marks his mate. That spot of sweet tender flesh is destined for it. Once I put my mark on you, Jemma, we’ll be one. Then you’ll understand what I’m talking about. You’ll understand the full power of having a mate.”
I can already feel it coursing through me. I can feel the pull. The attraction.
I’m like a fish who’s been walking on land its whole life and suddenly got thrown into the ocean. I feel like I’ve finally found my place, my home, myself.
My heart is pounding as I tear my eyes away from his. I can feel his intense heated stare still on me and it’s making me all wobbly inside. I’ve never felt so unsteady in all my life.
“You’re going to catch a cold,” I say as I grab a hand towel off the counter.
I don’t know if shifters can catch colds, but I just need an excuse to touch him.
He stands there, breathing heavily as I dab the towel on his big sexy shoulder. I’m unable to breathe as I move it down to his front delt and onto his thick bicep. It’s so hard. I’ve never seen an arm like this.
My pussy is gushing by the time I’m onto his stomach, drying his perfect abs. I glance down and suck in a sharp breath when I see the long hard shape of his erection, jutting out against the towel, turning it into a tent.