Really unsteady.
“What’s that?” I tried to drawl.
I’m pretty sure I sounded like I’d just run a marathon instead.
He leaned forward. Just a little—just so our chests brushed every time I took one of my very frequent breaths. It was a damn good thing I’d put a bra on.
His gaze remained steady. “I find you very, very attractive.” He leaned forward more, and his lips brushed my ear as our chests met. “And every soft, hot, wet part of you belongs to me.”
Holy hell.
Holy freakin’ hell.
Was I on fire?
No, I wasn’t on fire.
But I was panting like I’d run two damn marathons at that point.
And shit, my body ached.
He remained where he was for a minute, and murmured, “The next time you proposition another man, he’ll lose his head.”
That shouldn’t have been erotic, but damn, it was. It really, really was.
What the hell was wrong with me?
He threw me over his shoulder and strode out of the door, carrying me toward a sleek, sexy SUV parked beside my old, rusty truck.
“I drove here,” I told him, as he opened the passenger door.
“One of the guys will come back for your truck.” He set me down in the passenger seat and buckled me in, his fingers dragging over my abdomen.
“Now you’re getting all alpha on me?” I demanded, as he shut the door.
Striding around to the driver’s seat, he slid inside. “If you’d read the manual, you wouldn’t have to ask me that.”
I scoffed. “Why?”
He pulled out of the parking lot, and turned onto the highway. “Because I’m the anti-alpha.”
What the hell?
“What does that mean?”
“It means you should read the manual.” He handed me his phone, and I found the document Del had emailed me already pulled up on there.
“I can’t even focus right now,” I grumbled back.
His hand landed on my thigh, and a few of his fingers brushed my burning core. I swore at him, wiggling a bit, and he chuckled. “I’m not having sex with you until you read it, June. And the climax’s heat is only going to get worse.”
Swearing, I forced my eyes to focus on the first page.
Werewolf basics.
I skimmed it, having a hard time focusing. For whatever reason, Zed’s hand remained on my thigh, and somehow it distracted me from the burning in my body enough to read a bit.
It went over the same things he’d told me—wolves and humans being separate—and then went to soulmates, and how every wolf had one. The mating process was next, with the hunt, the chase, and the climax.