He licked my face and then picked up the shirt between his teeth, lifting it toward me before dropping it on my chest.
With a sigh, I lifted the fabric back to my nose and inhaled again. My eyes fluttered a bit as they closed.
Damn, he smelled good.
Like chocolate, and cinnamon, and… sex.
Okay, to be honest, I’d never had sex. My V-card was firmly in-tact, only because interacting with the male species made me feel panicked and weird.
But Rocco smelled like the way I imagined sex would smell.
I dropped the shirt again, heaving another sigh.
The wolf tossed it onto me again.
I shot him an annoyed glare. “I have clothes on, Rocco.”
He scowled, nipping at my shirt. It was a cropped tank that fell just above my belly button, and I’d paired it with some jean shorts and my favorite combat boots. It was spring, technically, so the boots still worked.
“You don’t like my outfit?” I asked, shooting him an incredulous look.
He licked my belly button in response, eliciting a shriek and a shove against his face. “That tickles,” I complained.
The wolf gave a playful growl, and nipped at my belly.
I groaned. “Fine. Only because you’re annoying.”
He stuck his tongue out and gave me a goofy, wolfy grin.
“Can your human see anything through you?” I checked, assuming the wolf could answer given his many human-like actions.
He shook his head in a no.
Phew.
It was just me and the wolf.
“Cool.” I tugged my shirt over my head, exposing the sheer bra I had on beneath. It was made of this weird netting that for some reason, was about eighteen thousand times more comfortable than any padding I’d ever worn.
The wolf licked the gap between my boobs, and I snorted, pushing his face away again. “You’re weird.”
He grinned at me once again, and I couldn’t help but grin back.
“Your human’s lucky you’re a pain in the ass,” I warned the wolf, still grinning as I grabbed Rocco’s shirt and tugged it over my head. As I expected, it fell down my thighs, the hem hitting below my shorts. It would look like I wasn’t wearing pants at all, so I went ahead and unbuttoned my shorts before stripping them off and tossing them onto the pile of Rocco’s dirty clothes.
I tugged my combat boots off as I headed into the kitchen, and tossed them onto a pile of shoes Rocco already had near the garage door. Curiosity had me peeking into the garage, and my lips curved upward when I saw the old, beat-up truck sitting inside.
There was just something about a shitty vehicle that spoke to my soul.
Maybe it made Rocco seem a little more approachable? Probably not, but I guess we’d see when the wolf decided to bite me and turn me into one of them.
It felt odd to be wearing nothing but my underwear and a shirt in another person’s house, but the place smelled like Rocco and the mess definitely prevented me from feeling self-conscious about it. I sat down on a barstool in front of the island, inhaling the delicious smell of steak.
Wasting no time, I dug into the food. Free food… glorious free food.
My scholarship had paid for the school’s basic meal plan, but honestly, the food there was shitty. I hadn’t eaten anything more than was required to continue living during my four years there, and I’d skipped at least one meal a day most of the time.
So having a massive plate of delicious food, for the first time in years, was damned incredible. That was the reason I’d driven all the way out to Moon Ridge for Ebony’s barbecue, anyway, and it was proving itself to be worth it in just the food alone.