Page 18 of Cowboy Wolf's Kiss

“Um, speaking of breakfast, I haven’t had anything yet and I need to eat.Sorry,” I said again, watching his face for any sign of judgment.

The thing about carrying some extra weight was people always looked at you as if you should feel ashamed of needing food.

But I got news, folks, everyone eats.It’s sort of a requirement for living.

Emmet’s eyes seemed to heat as they roamed over me from head to toe, and I had the distinct feeling he was not judging me.Actually, it looked like he was hoping I was on the menu.

Yes, please.

“Come with me now, and I promise to feed you after, Angel.What do you say?”

I should say no.I know I should say no.

“Alright,” I replied softly.

“Good Girl.”

Warmth suffused me at his words, and I bit my lip as he grabbed my hand and tugged me towards his truck.Emmet opened the door and helped me inside with his big hands on my hips, giving me the boost I needed.

The truck was tall, but I couldn’t help but secretly hope there was another reason he put his hands on me.Especially when they glided over my ass cheeks on the way up.

“Don’t look so worried, Angel.I promise you’ll enjoy it.,” he growled, and his gaze lowered to my chest as I buckled myself in.

I was wearing a thick sweater over two more layers of thermal shirts and a pair of fitted jeans.Nothing even remotely sexy.

But the way he was looking at me?I might as well have been in some lacy lingerie number I’d likely never buy or dare to wear with my soft belly and too wide hips.

My oh my.

I squeezed my legs together, willing the needy little ache his husky voice and intense stare had created to go away.

“I’m going to hold you to that,” I said, replying to his earlier statement.

“You do that, Angel.Hold me accountable.Make me earn it.”

I was speechless at that, and Emmet, he just winked and walked around the front of the truck to get in on the driver’s side.His assent was a lot more effortless than mine.But I still enjoyed watching the play of muscles beneath his tight shirt as he moved.

A spied a swirl of ink coming out the collar and I closed my eyes on a moan.

Tattoos.He has tattoos.

Of all the things the sexy ass man with blond hair and green eyes could have that would make him any hotter, it had to be tattoos.Okay, so I had a little weakness for body art.

Why did I even bother with underwear?

“Something wrong, Angel?”he asked.

One perfectly sculpted eyebrow was raised as he looked me over, biting his lower lip as his gaze strayed to where my legs were clenched tightly together.It was all I could do not to melt into a puddle right there in the front seat.

“What?Oh, no.Nope.I am all good.”

“Damn right you are,” he whispered.

Holy.Shit.

If Emmet kept saying things like that, I was going to need a whole lot more from him than breakfast.But that would lead to all sorts of complications I did not think I was ready for.

I turned my head and gazed outside, wincing when that shade I’d seen shimmering around outside last night appeared again.This time it was clearer, and the figure seemed somewhat feminine as it floated beside the truck, keeping pace despite the speed.

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