Page 7 of The Werewolf Cowboy
The wolf nature that urged her to find a mate and then claw at him in her rising need…
He watched her drink. “Slow down. Alcohol can be rough on your system when you’re not used to it.”
“Maybe I’m used to many things you don’t know about, Moore.”
Grayson turned, surprise flashing in his gaze. Then his full mouth curled into an amused grin. “Mouthy Lupine, huh? You’re as rambunctious as a yearling calf on a warm spring day.”
Katy tilted her head, her unbound curls bouncing with the action. “Are you comparing me to a cow?”
He laughed, tweaking her nose. “Just comparing your spunk to one.”
Mood soured, she drank more beer. “Being compared to something you rope and then bring to market isn’t a compliment.”
Turning on the bar stool, he pushed up his Stetson to regard her. “There are some creatures I rope, tie up, and bring to market. And then other wild things I’d love to rope and tie up…and do something much more pleasurable to…and not in the corral.”
Heat crawled up her neck to her face like wildfire, but she wasn’t one to turn away from a challenge. Daring filled her. “Sounds like a plan.”
His mouth flattened. “Don’t stray into temptation, sweetheart. Not here and not now. You’re not ready yet.”
Stung at the insult, she bristled. “I know what my needs are.”
Grayson blinked, slid his palm over hers. He’d barely made skin contact, but it sparked something deep inside. Katy smiled at him, warmth spiking through her like the beer. “This is nice.”
Lifting her hand to his mouth, he turned her palm over and pressed a very slow, very sweet kiss to her skin.
Her flesh tingled where his mouth made contact. Grayson raised his heavy-lidded gaze to her. “That’s not where I want to kiss you, Katy. And you’re not ready for that kind of hard loving yet. Not the type I give.”
Her female parts tingled and her nipples grew rock hard. But her heart skipped a beat at the hard intent in his eyes. And then his eyes flared amber, and then…
Purple.
Shocked, she pulled her hand away. He released it easily. Then she caught a very low growl and turned.
Charles was baring his teeth, shaking his head at her. He mouthed to her,Stay away from him. He’s not pack.
She mouthed back at him,Butt out.
Ignoring Charles, she tilted her head at Grayson. “What are you?”
He shook his head. “I’m something you shouldn’t get close to right now. Not unless you want to end up flat on your back with your knees spread.”
“Maybe I want to get that close.”
He pinned her with a scowl. “You’re too fine a lady for what I need right now and you’re making me crazy. Go home, Katy.”
But Grayson was a flame drawing her close. Maybe she’d get burned, but past actions showed the wolf had more restraint and consideration than the average male on the Mitchell Ranch. How could he hurt her?
I want my first time to be with you, Grayson. Slow and gentle, and then hard as you wish. I’m tired of being wrapped up in cotton. I need….
What? Her wolf pawed, eager to be free, disliking the beer that made her senses less sharp, even as it lowered her inhibitions.
Grayson shook his head as the bartender asked about a refill. Oh dear. He would soon leave. Maybe if she turned the conversation to something safe, keep him here.
“Aiden talked a lot about how helpful you were at the round-up. He scolded ten of our cowhands for not working as hard.”
Grayson traced a line down his shot glass. “Mitchell’s a good wolf.”
“I wish he’d invite you to join our pack.”
