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"My dignity," he joked.
A wide smile spread over my face. "You couldn't have that, could you?"
"Definitely not," he grinned. "So, we've had lots of savoury stuff, is there more you want, or should we go sweet?"
"Sweet is good. And for that, it's got to be churros."
"I've never had them."
"What? You're eight hundred years old and you've never had churros?" Of all the things he'd told me, that one had to be the most shocking.
He shrugged. "I've never had a chance to."
"Then we are definitely getting churros." I got to my feet, pausing as a big fat drop of rain fell on my head. I held out my hand, trying to gauge if it was a one-off or if we were about to get rained out. "Maybe we should get some churros and then go back to my place," I mused.
Fenrir looked at me with something like longing in his deep blue eyes. "Are you okay with that?"
I swallowed hard, knowing exactly what he was asking. If we went back to mine, there would be no denying the wolves or what they wanted.
"Yes," I whispered. For a moment, I thought he might not have heard my response over the noise of the other people at the food festival, but he nodded once, removing all of those fears.
And igniting a feeling within me that I hadn't felt since my first night with Todd. But somehow, I knew that this was going to be better.
Chapter 9
DELIA
It was hard to sit at my kitchen table and eat our dessert, especially when there was more than one part of me screaming that I should be taking Fenrir into a very different part of my flat so that we could spend more time together. But I didn't want to rush this, and given the fact he hadn't touched me since we got here, I had to assume that he felt the same.
"You've got chocolate sauce on your cheek," I told him as I ate the last of my churro.
He lifted his hand to swipe it off, but only made it worse.
"I'll get it." I hopped off my chair and went around to the other side of the table so that I was closer to him. I wiped my finger along his cheek, taking the chocolate sauce with it.
Not really thinking about it, I held my finger to his lips. His gaze locked on mine as he took it in his mouth and swirled his tongue around, removing the sauce, and doing funny things to my stomach in response.
My breathing became ragged, even as I pulled my hand away. We both knew what was going to happen if we came back here, but now that it was imminent, it was even harder to ignore thedesire rising up within me. And it was all me. My wolf was satisfied that I was doing what she wanted and was choosing not to interfere.
I was grateful for that. This was about me and not her.
"I want to kiss you," Fenrir murmured.
"You should," I responded, leaning closer until I could feel his breath on my lips. Anticipation built inside me, and I closed the gap, brushing my lips against his.
He responded immediately, his hand threading through my hair and pulling me closer. It ignited every part of me, making me crave so much more of his touch, and to find out how it would feel for us to be closer.
I broke the kiss, losing myself for a moment in his gaze.
"We should move," I whispered, finding his hand and guiding him through my flat to my bedroom. At least I'd tidied up earlier in case our date led to this. I'd even gone as far as to make the bed and ensure there were condoms in the bedside table.
I let go of his hand and strip off my shirt, not wanting to wait for him to do it for me.
He watched me with hungry eyes.
"You have to strip too," I said as I wiggled off my jeans. It was unfortunate that it wasn't possible in a sexier way, but from the way he was looking at me, I didn't think it mattered to him.
He nodded and started removing his clothes, even as I managed to get myself naked. I should feel self-conscious, but I didn't. It was impossible to when every look Fenrir gave me was full of hunger and desire. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that he wanted me, and that it had very little to do with the wolf within. They were only telling us that they thought we were compatible, the rest of our feelings were ours alone.
