Page 44 of Ice Wolf
“Hey. You must deal with clients like this all the time. You know, ridiculously egotistical oafs who believe their shit doesn’t stink even in the hottest part of the summer. Am I paraphrasing or did I catch you word for word?”
Yes, I’d shocked her, but this go-around, she wasn’t going to admit it.
“How about this one,” she added, driving the same strand of hair behind her ears for the fifth time in as many seconds. “Savage, you’re a dreamboat and always will be. Even if your hunger includes eating people.” She lifted her head this time, the rock-hard glare pushing every button. The desire to pin her to the wall before fucking her brains out remained strong.
“Hey, when you got it, you got it.” I folded my fingers, blowing across my knuckles and rubbing them on my shirt.
My Lily flower wasn’t impressed.
She furiously took a huge bite of her pizza, chomping down like a master. I was kind of shocked when she wiped her mouth with her arm. It was something I would do.
“My personal favorite.” She lifted her head. I guess there was no need to read the one that obviously insulted her femininity. “Sweet Savage. If we mate, will we run in the fields at midnight together in our wolf forms?” She even used a saccharine-sweet voice.
Now I burst into laughter. “Everyone knows the myth is a lie. That’s not what happens. If the mate isn’t already a shifter, they aren’t going to be turned into a beast. Not how it works.”
Her eyes opened wide as if I was being deadly serious until she noticed the book she’d left on her coffee table. As if caught with contraband, she ripped it off the surface, sliding it onto the floor. The girl was embarrassed. Even her face was bright pink.
Were her nipples the same color? I was forced to shift my position, or my goddamn dick would be permanently disfigured from the pinching zipper.
“Who is this Rocco person?”
The question was so out of the blue I snorted. “Rocco Lorenzo is the goalie for the Denver Devils. We play them for the last regular game of the season. We gotta win. There’ll be a curse otherwise.”
“A curse?”
“Yeah. We’ve never won when we didn’t go into the playoffs at number one. I guess if we lose the game, I’ll be blamed. Maybe cause I’m a wolf.” I howled and she did little more than glare at me as she’d done so many times.
“You need to take this more seriously. We’re going to need to figure out what to say and how to backtrack what you said. And you need to stick to the plan!” Even with all her fury, she managed to shove another huge bite of pizza into her mouth. You had to adore a girl with both spunk and a good appetite.
I had no idea where she put it since she was little more than a waif.
“I was kidding. Okay? That’s what I’m known for.”
“Not any longer. See?” Leaning over the table, she shoved the phone at me. What the heck. I sat forward, meeting her halfway, which meant our lips were almost touching. “The people have spoken. You are one hundred percent werewolf. They might arrange a vigil for the next full moon. And if I had to guess, I’d say you’d be there.”
“Just to make fun of them.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Did anyone ever tell you that you have the softest lips on the planet?”
I knew that would get a reaction.
She blinked several times, remaining in position even though I easily sensed she didn’t like this one bit. But in true Lily flower style, she dragged just the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip and pulled back with a smirk on her face. Her face was red and she had a rash on her neck, which I hadn’t noticed before.
There was no reason for my cock to pulse from the reaction, but that’s exactly what was happening.
While I quickly glanced at the screen, I returned my concentrated gaze to the pizza sauce covering the part of her mouth where her tongue hadn’t reached and a portion of her chin. She looked sexy as hell. When I leaned further forward, her face highlighted shock and stern admonishment as I swiped my index finger through the red drops. Her expression soured when I brought the tip of my finger to my mouth.
Her eyes suddenly opened wide, but she lowered both arms, quickly recovering. “What are you doing?”
“You had sauce on your face.”
“It’s extra saucy,” she replied.
As if embarrassed, she grabbed a napkin, rubbing her face as if being seen that way was terrible. There was a blip of something that I couldn’t quite grasp, as if she was ashamed about something else. But it was gone and I didn’t think she’d volunteer the info to what she’d called ‘the biggest buffoon on the planet’ almost immediately after she’d come to.
The moment she dropped the napkin, I repeated the sinful action on purpose, sucking my finger with a highly exaggerated sound.
