Page 15 of Runaway Wolf
Gah, that was her lonely heart going a mile a minute. How tragic.
“What are you thinking?”
He had the deepest, sexiest, panty-melting voice she’d ever heard. But she couldn’t say that.
“How your arm draped along the bench seems like you’re hugging me. I mean… like you’re hugging your girlfriend. A girlfriend. Any girlfriend,” she babbled, smooth as an idiot.
“Hmm.”
She was not thinking filthy thoughts right now… but did the bulge in his jeans grow? She could see it out of her peripheral vision, but she couldn’t turn her head to look. She couldn’t even turn her eyeballs there, he’d notice. He seemed like a very watchful sort.
And what didhmmmean, anyway?
“Look!” Penny screeched, bouncing through the grass-dotted splotch right in front of her onpinkhiking boots.
She wore her boots out of the store. Behind her, Noah dropped the bag next to Isaac.
“They’re beautiful,” Caitlin breathed, grateful that their attention was taken away from her awkwardness and her concentration away from staring at his bulge.
“Right? We’re heading over to the flower store, where I’ll show Misty. She’s pack. You’ll probably meet her.”
“Where are you two going?” Noah asked.
“Levi’s. And we’ll drop this stuff off in the car afterward, then meet up with you.”
They nodded and Penny giggled as Noah grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, then stooped and picked her up into his arms to carry, muttering about how her new shoes would be at eye-level.
God, they were so happy.
And oh, what was happening? Isaac—gorgeous Isaac with the thighs of steel—was shifting his manly bulge without any apologies and then squatting down, right in front of her, hands on her knees to gently push them apart.
What was happening?
Her lips parted slightly, and she sucked in a breath. She dragged her gaze down his muscular torso, where the tight cotton of his tee exposed hard biceps.
She got it now. She got the shifter draw. The show of power was effortless for them and for women? It was addictive.
He smiled wickedly, his hands planted on her knees, her legs open and her cheeks burning as she thought dirty, dirty thoughts with him kneeling in front of her.
Filthy thoughts.
This bench could be the sofa inside the cabin. She could be naked instead of clothed. His face would be…
He picked up one foot and calmly started removing her shoe. “You look turned on.”
Turned on? Was that meant to distract her? It worked. She brayed a laugh, sounding like a damn donkey shifter. “Me? Ha. He. Hee hee. No, not t-t-turned on. Not at all, at all.”
Oh why, oh why couldn’t she be cool? Or, at least, why couldn’t the world have a need for awkward lessons? She could teach.
He leveled her with a look. “I am too.”
“You… what?”
“I am too. Look down, Cait.”
And sure enough, there was that bulge pressing right there in his jeans like it would rip the fabric.
“If you were any closer, you’d poke me in the eye,” she whispered.
