Page 46 of Knot That Difficult

The sweet scent of her arousal is still in the air, and I’m jealous of anyone near us that might be able to smell it.

I didn’t notice any unmated Alphas in here, but that could change at any moment.

My jealous streak would come out in an instant, and the last thing I want is to scare her away.

She’s too good for me and she doesn’t even realize it.

Especially if I get hard just from watching her eat dessert.

Once the waiter returns with my card and I’m satisfied my traitorous erection isn’t obvious through my pants, I take her hand and lead her out of the restaurant.

Her scent blooms around me, delicious and mouthwatering, and I growl at the valet who has the audacity to look at her again.

Mine.

I turn to her, about to apologize for my terrible manners, but she looksdelighted.

Maybe she likes a bit of possessiveness.

“You know, our hostess was looking at you alotduring dinner,” she adds conversationally, her voice light as I hold the passenger door open for her. I wasn’t about to let the valet do it. “Does that mean I should have growled at her, too?”

I look at her curiously. “You growl?”

She shrugs. “I’ve been known to do it.”

“That’s…” I trail off, trying to find the right words. “Fucking adorable.”

I’ve been swearing around her, too, more than I do other people. The only other person I do that with is Ace, and I realize Devyn makes me feel just as comfortable as he does.

“Well, maybe one day you’ll be lucky enough to hear it,” she says.

“I’d be honored.”

After I shut her door, I enter the driver’s side and reluctantly start the drive to take her home.

The truth is, I don’t want to take her back.

Hell, if she wanted to recite cookie recipes to me all night, I’d listen happily, half-hard from the sound of her voice.

“So, when can I see you again?” I blurt, all attempts at sounding composed flying out the window. I’m drunk on her scent, and it’s hard to keep my eyes on the road when all I want to do is look at her.

Sink my teeth into her.

Taste her.

“You’d like to see me again?” she asks softly.

I grip the steering wheel tightly.

How do I answer that without sounding absolutely unhinged?

“If I had it my way, our next date would be tomorrow,” I admit. “And I’d like to bring Ace with me.”

My car is full of sugar and honey.

My knuckles hurt from how hard I’m gripping the wheel.

I try to focus on the road, but I’m losing my damn mind.

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