Blood floods my cheeks as I recall what we did in my shower. The feel of the water pounding against my back as he tongued me between my legs.
I shift in my seat, feeling a phantom of the orgasm he wrung out of me. Roderick hadn’t been lying when he said he could be quick. But even in a hurry, he made sure to take care of me first.
“You uncomfortable?” His low voice has me replaying the dirty words he growled in my ear not even an hour ago.
Tilting my chin up, I meet a pair of caring eyes. And I feel a sense of righteous empowerment, knowing I won’t have a terrified episode if their color darkens.
“No.” I keep my answer at a whisper, aware that there are other werewolves in the diner that can likely overhear whatever conversation we have. “Just wondering if I might need another shower later.”
Amber seeps to onyx, and a grin slowly unfurls in time with the change.
“Feeling dirty?” he murmurs.
“Aren’t you two just adorable?” The lusty tension breaks as Jess sidles up to our table, wearing a curious but friendly smile. “What can I get y’all to drink?”
Pretty sure I’m failing the fight against my embarrassed flush, I rattle off the first drink I spot on the menu and immediately forget what I said. Roderick orders a coffee, and Jess strides away.
“You need to behave yourself,” I say in the primmest voice I can manage while I stare with determination at the breakfast food choices.
That earns me a chuckle and a quick, hot kiss pressed to the side of my neck.
Trying to keep my composure, I glance around the restaurant for something else to focus on. And that’s when I notice the staring.
It’s not blatant. Well, most of it isn’t. There are a couple of diners openly observing us. Most of the rest cast us sidelong glances, as if they think they’re being covert.
Well, if they’re examining me, I don’t feel any compunction about returning the favor. Sliding my eyes over the rest of the diners, I pick up a distinct similarity.
“Is everyone here a wolf?” I turn to Roderick to ask my question.
He doesn’t seem bothered by my query. In fact, he seems much more interested in fiddling with a lock of my hair rather than scoping out our audience.
“Most. A full-moon run is hungry business. Red Road has the best breakfast in Pine Falls.”
Before I can decide how I feel about this, Jess is back with our drinks—mine is orange juice, thank goodness—and she asks for our food order.
“I’ll get scrambled eggs and home fries, please.” I want something sweet, too, but I’m usually not too hungry in themorning, and I don’t want to waste food. When I glance up at Roderick, I find his eyes on me, as if he knows I’m not done ordering. “If I get a waffle, will you eat half of it?”
“Do you want me to?” One of his eyebrows curves up, and I stifle a grin at the memory of how I had to hide his apology pie from him.
“Yes. You are allowed to eat half. And I want you to.”
After a smirk and a nod, I feel better about ordering the sweet.
“And for you, the usual?” Jess turns her attention to Roderick, and he nods again.
“Two all-Americans. Thank you.”
Before returning my menu to the holder, I look to see what an “all-American” consists of.
Four sausages, four strips of bacon, two sunny side up eggs, four slices of toast, home fries, and a pancake.
And Roderick ordered two.
Sometimes, I forget how much food wolves can pack away.
“Sure you can eat half of a waffle on top of all that?” I tease.
Instead of answering, Roderick presses a gentle but insistent kiss against my lips. The wolf can’t keep his mouth off me.
