Page 56 of Cowboy Wolf's Kiss

My cheeks hurt from grinning as I watched Emmet lean over to grab the bag of popcorn kernels from the floor.He poured them into the machine effortlessly, but it was the lean that did it for me.

Goddamn, my man was fine.

He looked hot as hell in his tighter than tight thermal shirt and his jeans molded to his muscular thighs and buttocks.Every time he moved it sent ripples of awareness pulsing through me.

His body was better than a work of art, though it was that too.Emmet’s physique wasn’t built for gawking, it was the result of years of hard work.Anyone could see he moved with confidence and grace.

His corded muscles were so much more than eye candy.But I had to admit I did not mind the treat myself.Of course, I wanted to bite the head off of every other female I caught staring.

But who could blame them?Besides, my man only had eyes for me, and I was not about to question that miracle above all others.I knew what I was.Pretty face, chubby body, weirdo tendencies.

But it didn’t matter to him.Emmet wanted me just the way I was, and I wanted him right back.He gave me so much.I wondered if he knew how much it meant, him sharing his life with me.His world.His magic.His friends.

The Crew were second in line to get in tonight, and I could not believe they all showed up.I was humbled and full of emotion.So much of it gratitude.

The treats I’d ordered from Devil’s Food Bakery were selling like crazy, as was the gourmet hot cocoa Emmet insisted I needed to include.I was a regular Swiss Miss kinda gal, but he knew what he was talking about when he’d ordered all those flavored marshmallows and other confections to top the thick hot chocolate with.

“Too bad we can’t spike that,” one of the older men in line said, and I smiled and shrugged.

“Sorry, no alcohol on the premises.”

“A shame, but I will still take one for me and the missus.Can we have two jumbo peppermint marshmallows?Oh, and one of those terrific looking muffins,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Sure!”

I rang him up and made change, putting all his goodies onto a tray before helping the next customer.

“I’m back!”Steven called out and jumped over the counter.

“Easy, son,” Emmet growled, and I made sure to put some space between my mate and the young man.

“Steven, it’s slowing down now.Can you handle it?”I asked, making sure he agreed before grabbing Emmet’s arm and tugging him to the supply room around back.

“What are we doing in here—oh,” he said and grinned, cupping his hands on my ass and walking me backwards until my back pushed up against the wall.

“Yeah, oh,” I mimicked, wrapping my arms around his neck.“I thought maybe you needed a little break.”

“If by break you mean a little somethin’ somethin’ in the supply room with my sexy as fuck mate, then yes, I do need that,” he growled and slammed his mouth to mine.

Holy hotness.

He lifted me off the ground and I wrapped my legs around his waist, grateful I wore soft stretch pants with a zippered hoodie over my tank top.

“Mine,” he snarled, and I opened my eyes to see Demon’s emerald gaze staring back at me.

“Yours,” I told my Wolf, my Hellhound, and flexed my hips, needing more of him.

Our tongues tangled, and I reveled in the earthy flavor of my mate’s kiss, grounding me, turning me on, doing things no man ever had.

“I need more,” he said.

I felt him move, walking to the back and shoving something aside before placing me on a flat surface.One of the shelves, I assumed.I was too busy sucking on his neck, tracing the wickedly sexy tattoo there with my tongue.Emmet unzipped my hoodie, tugging my tank top down and freeing my breasts.

“This is all you had on?Fuck,” he growled, ducking his head and sucking one hard nubbin into his hot mouth.

The man devoured me like I was something delicious.Like he was starving, and he couldn’t get enough of me.

I knew what I was, and a sex kitten I was not.But Emmet made me feel like one.He showed me with his lips and his hands how much he wanted me.

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