Page 22 of Brazen

She brought the tips of her fingers to my chest to set a boundary as I invaded her space. “Sam?”

Right. I should stop. Respect her boundaries. But there was no stopping my wolf. Not when I had that cinnamon scent up in my nostrils that was making me lose all reason. I set my hand on her waist.

“Whoa, buddy. What do you think you’re doing?”

“Telling you what I told Cletus.” I inched ‌closer, nudging her back against the huge back tire.

Her lips twitched with amusement. Her eyes were so fucking blue, like the ocean. A spray of freckles curved over her nose.

“Is that so?”

I leaned in, breathed in her sweet scent. “Yeah.”

“So, what did you tell him?” Was it me, or did her voice lower to a husky purr?

Reaching out, I stroked her hair with a finger. Silky as fuck.

“I told him that having a hot head isn’t the way to get a lady to ride you,” I murmured, my nose sliding along the length of her neck.

“Oh, my God.” She let out a soft, low chuckle that went straight to my dick. “What else?”

I took a deep breath, and… yeah, she was aroused. My wolf wanted to howl with satisfaction that we could please our mate.

Mine. Claim her.

I couldn’t miss the way her nipples pebbled through her white tank.

“That when she’s got her legs spread, and her pussy’s pressed right up against you, then and only then will you know if she likes it wild. Whether she wants a hard ride or for you to go slow and sensual.”

Okay, I didn’t say any of those things to Cletus. I just said the words to a song my momma used to sing to me when I was a kid. Worked every time.

Her eyes slid shut, those dark lashes splayed like fringe on her cheeks.

I slid my lips along her jaw then over her mouth.

“Do you like it wild, Sparks? Want to be taken for a ride? A hard one?”

She drew in a breath and held it, then blew it out with a harsh laugh. Her eyes popped open. “Not happening, Tarzan.”

Damn. So close. I knew she wanted it. She just wasn’t letting herself have me.

I stepped back enough to give her a little room, and so I didn’t get kneed in the balls. With her, there might have been the chance.

“No?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“No, you don’t want Dave the Dentist to fuck you good and hard until you’ve forgotten your own name? Or no you won’t get something like that out of a guy who deals with gingivitis every day?”

A smile twitched around her gorgeous lips. “I’m not discussing this with you.”

“What’s the appeal of Dave over me? The income bracket? The perceived stability? I’m just curious.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not going out with him for his retirement plan.”

“No?”

“No. I have needs and–” She stopped mid-sentence and shook her head, as if she realized she’d said too much.