“You’re sexy. Brilliant. Witty. Kind. Sarcastic. Loyal. Fate wouldn’t pair us if there wasn’t a damn good chance we could work, and the more I get to know you, the more convinced I am that she’s right.”
“You can’t know all of those things about me already.”
“Can’t I?”
I mean… I guess maybe he could.
He had spent the time since we met interviewing people I’d worked with for years, and pushing my buttons. He’d been threatened by both me and my family. He’d had multiple conversations with my best friend, a few of which probably had to do with me.
He obviously didn’t know everything about me, but it wasn’t crazy to think he knew the basic tenants of my personality.
“Well, I think you’re succeeding on the break-in front,” I admitted. “Does it bother you that I’m not trying to break into your life?”
“Nah. We’ve got nothing but time. Especially after I bite you.”
The more I thought about having his teeth in my skin again, the less opposed to it I was.
He lowered his arm to my waist and dragged me closer. “Come here.”
I let out a soft breath as he pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me. His erection was against my ass, but neither of us commented on that.
My eyes closed.
The feeling of security that flooded me when he held me liked that was unreal. I didn’t think I’d ever felt like that before. Definitely not with Timber.
“Is this what it feels like to have a mate?” I murmured.
“I hope so.” Maverick’s chin brushed my shoulder, his nose in my hair and just off my throat.
We sat just like that for a few minutes before Maverick silently started the movie.
I wasn’t even sure what genre it was.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
bloom
Maverick’s lipsbrushed my throat with a kiss after the movie came to an end. It ended up being an action flick, not that I paid much attention to it.
I was too busy being overly aware of the way he was holding me.
His mouth lingered on my throat. I could envision him biting me there again, and honestly, I hoped he would.
I was forgetting every reason I had to keep any amount of distance between us.
“I’m surprised you didn’t kill the challengers when you met them,” I said, trying to take my mind off his touch.
My body was already hot, and I was slick between my thighs. The way he was holding me was insanely comfortable—and the way his erection continuously throbbed against my ass every ten or twenty seconds was anything but.
I wanted him.
There was no way around it.
“According to werewolf law, you have to wait until the actual challenge to take them out if you want to kill them.”
“Do you usually kill them?”
“No. Most of the morons who challenge me are young werewolves who don’t know what it’s like to watch the people you love die. It’s been a few decades since I killed anyone in a challenge. My mate has never been threatened, though, so maybe that will change things.”
