“Then kiss me.”
Chapter 3
Evie
“Thenkissme.”
The words leave my mouth like a dare I didn’t mean to make.
Like my fear and my want shook hands and decided to ruin my life together.
Wolf’s eyes lock on mine, and the heat in them is the kind that makes my stomach flip. He’s holding my waist, keeping me close, his thumb pressed into my skin like he can feel my pulse racing and wants to make sure it stays right where he wants it.
His jaw tightens.
“Angel,” he says, voice rough, warning threaded through it. “You’re playing with fire.”
I swallow. My mouth is still tingling from his kisses, my body still humming like it’s trying to catch up to what just happened in that bar. I should take it back. I should laugh and pretend I didn’t mean it.
I don’t.
Because I did mean it.
His gaze drops to my mouth for a second, and I can see the fight in him. The part that wants to kiss me again, and the part that’s holding the line.
He steps back.
The air between us turns cold.
Then he turns toward the cabin door, still close enough that his body blocks the night from me.
“Inside,” he says.
It isn’t harsh. It isn’t gentle either. It’s the voice of a man who’s used to being listened to.
I nod, because I don’t trust my voice.
The cabin door opens, and warmth rolls out, carrying the smell of wood and smoke. The living room is simple. A couch that looks like it’s been slept on more than it’s been sat on. A fireplace with stacked logs beside it. A small kitchen tucked off to one side. A narrow hall that probably leads to the bedroom and bathroom.
Everything feels rugged and quiet. Like him.
No clutter. No softness that doesn’t have a purpose. No signs of anyone else living here.
It makes my chest tighten.
He shuts the door behind us and locks it. The click is loud in the silence.
I exhale without realizing I’d been holding my breath.
Wolf watches me for a beat, like he’s reading the way my shoulders drop, the way my hands stop shaking just a little.
I slip my shoes off quickly and place them near the door like I’m trying to behave, like I’m trying to prove I’m not a problem.
Wolf pulls his boots off with a quick, practiced motion and sets them beside mine. The domestic simplicity of it hits me harder than it should.
Then he walks to the kitchen.
“Tea?” he asks.
