Page 86 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

She closes the distance between us until there's barely a breath separating us.

Close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating from her body.

Close enough to catch the faint scent of her shampoo beneath the wildflowers she'd brushed past in the arboretum.

Close enough that every inhale I take is filled with her.

God.

She's killing me.

I swear to God, I'm so hard right now I could bust through my damn jeans.

The sweet, honeyed scent of her arousal hangs between us, wrapping around me like temptation itself.

My eyes drift closed for the briefest second as I struggle to keep hold of the last thread of my control.

Easy...

Easy.

My Bear surges against my skin.

Mine.

Mate.

Claim.

Now.

Every instinct I possess screams at me to pull her into my arms and never let her go.

Every ounce of the man I've spent thirty-five years becoming reminds me that she deserves more than instinct.

She deserves a choice.

She deserves the truth.

She deserves me at my best.

When I open my eyes again, she's still there.

Looking up at me.

Waiting.

Trusting me.

My chest aches.

“Graham...”

Her voice is soft enough that the breeze almost steals it away.

“I know this is fast...”

She worries her bottom lip for just a second before taking another tiny step closer.