Page 6 of Falling for the Werewolf
Chapter 3 – Baby, You Can Drive My Car
Freshly showered and shaved, both men arrived back at Bess’s before their allotted half-hour was up. Amos drove his truck, and Jace pulled up behind him in his glossy black Shelby, the one he and Amos had been rebuilding for the last several years. He only brought it out on special occasions. Providing transportation for a goddess, he reasoned, definitely qualified.
Jace stood just inside the front door, pacing in anticipation. Bess and Amos had already left, leaving him to wait for Dani. The fact that he was alone in a house with the female who had been on his mind for the last week did not escape him. It was yet another reason he kept himself rooted to the door. If he started wandering around, he would inevitably wind up wherever she was. Her pull was that strong.
Muted music drifted down from upstairs, along with the rhythmic sound of soft footfalls, conjuring images of her dancing along with the music.
When his cock roused in renewed interest, he growled quietly and resumed his pacing.
He didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes later, Dani bounced down the stairs like a sprite, graceful and athletic at the same time. She wore loose, white capris slung low on her hips like harem pants, gold ballet slippers, and a loose pink tank that allowed her navel ring to flash occasionally when she moved a particular way. The brilliant smile she gave him when she spotted him nearly set his blood pumping with renewed fervor.
“You look nice,” she said approvingly, taking in his clean jeans and cotton shirt. “Mmm ... And you smell good, too,” she added as she drew near and inhaled deeply.
His wolf preened, pleased that she liked his scent.
He liked hers, as well. Fresh from her shower, she smelled like sunshine and beaches. It was an effort not to pull her into his arms, bury his head in her hair, her skin, and see if she tasted as good as she smelled. Oh yeah, he definitely wanted to taste her.
He pulled the reins on his control tighter. According to Amos, both Bess and her niece were fully human, and he had to tamp down his natural, animalistic urges. It wasn’t usually this difficult.
“Between you and me,” she mock-whispered loudly, “I think Aunt Bess has a thing for your uncle Amos.”
Jace couldn’t help it; he chuckled. “I’ll let you in on a little secret.” He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “I think he likes her, too.” Jace winked, and Dani rewarded him with another soft laugh. He swore his chest expanded several inches at the sound.
“Where are they?” she asked, popping into the kitchen to grab a bottled water, offering one to Jace, as well.
He accepted; not because he was thirsty, but because it would give his twitching hands something to do that did not involve touching any of that soft-looking, radiant skin.
“Actually,” he said, twisting the cap off the water, “Bess and Amos went to the home center to pick out the finishing touches for the gazebo.”
“Oh.” The smile on her face faded a little. “Bess was supposed to give me a lift.”
“And that’s where I come in,” he said, holding out his hand. “Your chariot awaits, my lady.”
A tentative grin spread across her face as she accepted his hand. Jace felt instantly soothed and excited at the contact.
“Bess asked you to give me a ride?”
“I offered.” At Dani’s raised eyebrow, he explained, “Amos wanted Bess to pick out a few items at the home center.”
“Uh-huh. You do realize they’re trying to set us up, don’t you?”
“The possibility did cross my mind,” he said, opening the door for her.
“And you’re okay with that?”
“I am,” he said simply. “Are you?”
“So far,” she said with a mischievous grin.
“Fair enough.”
“Oh, my God. Is that your Shelby?” She squeezed his hand and pulled him forward excitedly. Even with his long legs, he was forced into a half-jog to keep up with her.
“Yeah. You know cars?”
“My dad was a mechanic,” she told him, her voice reflecting the same reverence in her eyes. “He used to rebuild muscle cars from the 60s and 70s in his spare time. I used to help him sometimes.”
Jace nearly choked. A goddess who liked cars?
