Maybe having great sex just made a werewolf’s nose work better…
The legend of ‘The One’ had been clear that the connection between a werewolf and his mate could never be denied. The fact that it could be destroyed had never come up in conversation.
He gently caressed her bottom lips with his thumb. “It just occurred to me that I’ve never told you how beautiful you are until now, which has to make me possibly the slowest, or dumbest, man in the world.
Can you make the salad while I fix the garlic bread?” He flashed her a grin. “Babe, I live to make salad.
Maybe you could have picked something a little easier for our first official mission together?” Layla said in a teasing whisper…
What man didn’t enjoy a beautiful woman curled up in his lap, even if she did treat him like a scratching post every time she woke up?
Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked hoarsely. Minka didn’t answer. She simply reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him down for a searing kiss.
She didn’t know why being near him made the beast inside her go away, and she didn’t care. She was Minka in his arms and a monster out of them. That was all that mattered to her.
He grinned. “Some guys like to work on cars or do woodworking. I search for beautiful women who might want to bite me.
Why don’t we leave this pot on to simmer for a while?
Gage sighed. “This team was a whole hell of a lot easier to run before any of us had ever heard about The One. You know that, right?” Maybe.” Becker grinned. “But it wasn’t nearly as interesting.
Sleeping with a guy isn’t the same thing as opening your heart to him.
Why aren’t you turning me over to your cop friends right now?” she demanded. He shrugged. “To tell the truth, I have absolutely no idea. But let’s talk anyway.
The odds were incredibly stacked against a werewolf ever meeting his one-in-a-billion soul mate. There was no way Becker could have met his in the midst of an armed robbery. That kind of crap didn’t happen in the real world.
The scent of arousal pouring off her was almost enough to make his fangs – and everything else – pop out. She leaned against the doorjamb, her gaze sweeping over him. “Do you have any idea how yummy you look in that suit?
Zander, you’re getting me all wet and gooey,” she squealed.He laughed again as he plopped her on the bed. “And I’ve just started.
Why do I need clothes?” she said as she found the black lacy pair she’d been looking for. “Two words — burnt eggs.
If Gage finds out, he’s going to have a cow-horns, balls, and all.
So,” Cooper said conversationally. “You got hit with a shotgun blast. What’s that like?”…She turned back to Cooper. “Well…um…it hurt. Like really big bee stings on crack.
…All they were interested in was where she planned to get her tattoo.”You’re just going to have to use your imagination,” she told them.Cooper snorted. “Becker is screwed then. He doesn’t have any imagination.
When you meet The One you’ll know it. She’ll latch onto your soul like a god with a bone and won’t let go. No matter what either of you say or do, it won’t change the fact that you’re destined to be together.
You want to come in?” she asked softly.He leveled his gaze at her. “You know what’s likely going to happen if I go in there, right?”She didn’t blink. “Yeah. That’s why I’m asking.