Page 152 of The Wolf Prince

I blink.

“I already want to skin that Lion bastard for putting his hands on you.”

“Did that little kitty make you jealous?”

I can’t help it. I tease him.

“Agatha.”

“What? I handled him.”

“You did.”

There it is again.

That unmistakable note of pride in his voice.

Warm.

Possessive.

Very, very pleased.

“And maybe I'll reward you for that later,” he adds, his voice dropping into a growl.

Ooh.

The words go straight through me.

My nipples tighten beneath my gown, and something considerably farther south gives an enthusiastic little throb.

Traitorous vagina.

We have serious matters to discuss.

Smexy stuff is for later.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

Definitely.

Focus, Aggie.

Except Grimm is looking at me like later is already playing out in vivid detail inside his head. And now it's playing out in mine.

Damn him.

I clear my throat.

“We were discussing the curse.”

“Were we?”

“Yes.”

His gaze drops briefly to my mouth.