Page 38 of Love That Sass

“It’s not enough for me to see you and know what you are to me. You have to want me, too.”

“I see,” she replied softly.

Their heads were so close now, one small move and she’d be touching him, kissing him. God, she wanted to. How she wanted to! But what would it mean, giving her heart to a monster? Listening to her gut instincts about him, she suddenly knew this was right. Weylin Scott was different from the rest. He was special.

Safe. Tender. Caring. Real.

“Yes or no, Gwen. I have to know if you want this, baby. Tell me, please,” he whispered, his plea tender, endearing.

The soft, warm tickle of his breath had her trembling in the passenger seat. Gwen inhaled the woodsy scent she’d come to associate with the giant redhead, and she felt her insides warm with recognition.

“I trusted a boy with my heart once,” she began.

Weylin cocked his head. He listened to her, and that was a marvel in and of itself. She felt his confusion, but his patience outweighed it, or overruled it, and that was one of the things she was starting to love about him. It was way too soon for that word, she thought, and winced, but went on with what she had to say.

“He betrayed me. He just wanted someone to warm his bed, and when I wouldn’t, when I told him I had made a vow to save myself for marriage, he found someone else who didn’t have the same hangups as me.”

“I’m sorry,” he replied, brows furrowed.

“After, he told me I wasn’t worth the wait. He said nobody would want to wait for a frigid little fat girl and I’d better think twice before life passed me by.”

“Where does he live now?”

“Oh stop,” she laughed. “I don’t need you to avenge me, Weylin. What I want to know is what do you think?”

“About you? I know for you it’s been a few days, but for me, it’s been decades. But Gwen, you are worth the wait. My fated mate, Gwen, that is what you are. I’d spend forever waiting if I knew you were going to be there in the end.”

“You would?” she asked, and when he nodded, something inside her just clicked.

Gwendolyn believed him. It was like her heart had taken a leap of faith, and now it was pounding like a herd of buffalo through the plains. Holy crap. Could she die of this?

“No. I wouldn’t let anything hurt you, baby. Not ever,” he whispered just before she crushed her mouth to his.

Fireworks exploded as their lips melded to each other. And oooh, but he was even better at this than she’d thought. There went the earth, just like he described it, spinning out of orbit, then righting itself again.

He was a patient teacher, cupping her face tenderly in his hands until she got used to the way their mouths fit. He reached back with one hand, holding onto her neck, moving her just so. Then his tongue was sliding past hers in a dance old as time.

She reached out with shaky hands to steady herself, clutching his wide shoulders, which was damn hard to do in the confines of the car. The center console was in the way, but Weylin pushed on something, a button maybe, then slid the thing back, and pulled her flush against him.

She felt the power he kept so tightly contained, and it moved her almost as much as his skilled lips and tongue. Oh God, she had no idea what she was doing, but he was a good leader. He cradled her head with one hand, holding her there, while the other threaded in her hair as he worked his tongue in and out against hers.

He tasted good, she thought as she swallowed him down. Licking and lapping at one another like they could not breathe without the other. Maybe they couldn’t. Is that what fated mates meant?

Her body heated, nipples hardened, and that place between her legs ached with a need she had never felt. It was like fantasy and biology were taking over her mind, some magical combination of the two and they were causing her to soak her panties. Or maybe that was just him.

Gwen thought she knew how to kiss, but this was a whole other level of lip locking. Weylin was a god here and for the first time, Gwen couldn’t wait for what came next. She wanted,no, she needed more. She needed him.

“Gwen,” he moaned, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Come inside with me,” she moaned.

“I don’t wanna rush you, baby. We can take our time,” he growled, but she instinctively knew this was hurting him.

That was the last thing she wanted. Truth be told, ever since meeting him, that fateful night when she’d walked into the bar, Gwen hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. Weylin Scott had taken more of her time than she cared to admit. But maybe she could now that she knew what she was to him.

Mate. You are my mate.

“You’re not rushing me. I told you I made a mistake before trusting a boy, I think maybe this time I try trusting a Wolf.”

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