Page 12 of First Love

Brand it as hers.

Something like a growl sounded deep in her throat. Without question, the sexiest sound I’d ever heard. Her hands went to the hem of my T-shirt and when she gave it a little tug, I didn’t need her to repeat the request.

I broke the kiss long enough to rip the shirt over my head and toss it to the floor. My lips were right back on hers as she coasted her hands over my chest and up along my shoulders. Everywhere her fingers landed instantly craved more of her touch.

But . . .

I forced myself to stop kissing her. Looking at her puffy, red lips, however, nearly banished any ounce of a gentlemanly nature that might be inside me.

“Are you . . . are you sure you want this tonight?” I heard myself ask while my dick called me every foul word it could think of. “Shittiest Day Imaginable, right?”

Amelia licked her lips, and my fingers clamped onto the couch cushions on either side of me to keep from flipping her onto her back and doing everything my dick suggested.

“And you promised to help me erase my memory of this day, right?” She looked back to her bourbon glass still on the end table. “That worked a little.” Her palms rested on my chest, her eyes filled with desire. “Kissing worked more, but more than kissing might just do the trick.”

She closed her eyes right after the words left her mouth, her shoulders sagging a little as she sat on my lap. “And that totally sounded as if I’m using you to make myself feel better, but that’s not how I intended it, Jasper. I . . . I like you.”

I cupped her cheek, running my thumb along her bottom lip, wanting nothing more than to dive back into what we’d been doing.

“And I fed you southern barbecue and bourbon so you’d like me.” I grinned. “Trust me, I want this. You have no idea how much.”

She wiggled on my lap, that hot spot between her legs rubbing my erection. “Oh, I think I do have an idea.” She leaned forward and rested her forehead against mine. “I want this too. I promise. I shouldn’t, but I definitely do.”

Good enough for me.

I tucked my hands under her thighs and stood with her in my arms. Her legs tightened around my waist, shocking me a little at the strength she had.

Shocking me and ratcheting up my desire for her to levels that would probably take years off my life, but I didn’t give a shit about that. Not when my arms were full of a sexy, bourbon-drinking, werewolf-loving woman.

I walked us out of the library and into a guest room on the second floor. Sammy jumped up on the bed, but I gave him a quick off command and he hopped back to the floor. I gently deposited Amelia on the bed.

“Give me a second to occupy him with something so we can conduct our important business in peace.”

She let her purple flannel shirt slide off her shoulders to reveal toned arms. If you’d asked me if I was into muscular arms on a woman, I would have said not really.

And I would have been so wrong. God, she could probably kick my ass and that excited me.

Who the hell am I tonight?

“Hurry back.” Amelia slid farther onto the bed, kicking off her shoes. Her long legs fell open, displaying what waited for me beyond her jeans.

I nearly fell down the stairs, my feet barely touching the steps. Sammy didn’t understand my haste and let out a few barks as if to tell me to settle the fuck down.

“Yeah, if you were in my situation, Sammy, you wouldn’t be thinking so clearly either.” I led him to the kitchen to grab one of his toys I’d filled with yogurt and stashed in the freezer. “You’re going to be a good boy while Daddy gets to be a lucky boy, got it?”

Sammy followed me to his room and went right into his crate because he wanted his snack. After securing my pup, I toed off my boots and ducked into the downstairs bathroom to grab a condom.

Fuck it.I took the whole box.