Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
But Dad didn’t know he was a wolf shifter. Or that wolf shifters supposedly had one true mate. That he claimed I was his.
I turned my phone back on as I walked down the hall and–oh. Eight messages from Cody!
I scanned them quickly and tears pricked my eyes. They were all sweet. Reassuring. He hadn’t decided I wasn’t worth the trouble. This thing was real.
With all the other students finished with class, I stepped outside, my head still bent over my phone, rereading his messages.
“Hey, sugar.” The low rumble had a sexy growl to it that went straight to my pussy.
My head whipped up at the familiar voice. A smile split my face as I spotted Cody leaning against the brick wall, his muscled arms folded across that glorious chest. “Cody! What are you doing here?”
His gaze raked over me, as if cataloguing every inch of me. “I didn’t hear from you. I was worried.”
I veered his way, ready to throw myself at him, then pulled up short, stopping a foot away. I glanced around. Maybe I shouldn’t. Not in public. After my dad’s reaction? And that woman at the bar? It seemed our age difference was going to be a problem for everyone in this town.
Cody reached for my waist, though, pulling me up against his hard body. My hands settled on his hard chest. “I need to smell you,” he murmured against my hair. “The approaching full moon is making me hungry as hell for my mate.”
“Oh…okay,” I laughed awkwardly as he inhaled deeply. I loved how he held me. A gentle touch but as if he never wanted to let go.
“That’s better.” He released me, but only a little. He slid one hand around my nape and tipped my face up to his. “Now for a kiss.”
A kiss. God, yes. There was nothing in the world like kissing this man.
Or rather, being kissed by him. Because he did all the work, slanting his mouth over mine, then hovering there for just a moment, letting anticipation build.
Thoughts of others’ opinions fled.
It worked–I was already trembling for him.
Then he nipped at my mouth, tasting me once, twice, before he went in deep. His tongue swept between my lips, thrusting. My fingers curled into his shirt, and I fisted the fabric, pressing my body even closer.
He broke the kiss only for a few seconds and then went in for more, turning my head to match the angle of his as his other hand slid down to cup my ass. I melted against his body, losing track of where mine ended and his began.
It was an epic kiss. I didn’t know how long we stood and kissed, but it was long enough for me to be breathless, hot, and ready to rip my clothes off for him. If he didn’t take my V-card soon, I was going to combust.
“Cody,” I groaned when he pulled back and rubbed his lips with a satisfied smirk.
“You’re wet,” he gloated.
I flushed, remembering he could smell my arousal. I dropped my eyes to his tented jeans. “And you’re hard.”
He adjusted his erection, subtly since we were in a public place. “It’s all for you, sugar.”
I stood there for a few seconds and tried to find a brain cell or two to remember where I was and what was going on. “I-I had my phone off today.” I still sounded breathless from the kiss. “Sorry. I just saw your messages.”
“So you’re okay?” He lowered his head to peer into my eyes. Concern filled his dark ones.
My heart fluttered. I’d never had so much attention in my life, and it felt…delicious. Intoxicating. A little scary, too, because some part of my brain warned me not to go head over heels for this guy. Had he played the “mate” card with other women? Was this a game to him like Dad said?
Although that didn’t make sense. Or it made sense if Cody wasn’t a shifter. He couldn’t play the mate thing with other human women. And presumably, a wolf shifter would know if he was their mate or not based on smell and would be all in from first sniff. Right?
God, I needed to understand all this more.
But right now he was looking at me, waiting for an answer.
“I’m okay, but why’d you leave this morning?”
He sighed. “Because he’s your dad and deserves our respect.”
“But–”
He set a finger over my lips to silence me. His blue eyes met mine. “I know he busted into your place. While he’s going to have to come to terms with us being together, we shouldn’t flaunt it in front of him.”
“Flaunt? He busted into my place,” I repeated. “It wasn’t like we were doing massive PDA in the grocery store.” I glanced around. “Or at my college.”
“If your dad had a woman sleep over, would you want to walk in and see her in just your dad’s shirt making coffee?”