Page 136 of Knot What I Expected

His mouth moves with precision. His kiss owns me.

God, I've wondered about this mouth.

Dreamed about it when I had no fucking business dreaming about anything involving Rowan Cross.

But nothing I imagined came close.

He kisses like he does everything else.

Completely.

Hungrily.

Powerfully.

Like restraint is something he understands in theory but has no intention of practicing with me.

I clutch his shirt and kiss him back just as desperately. A growl vibrates from his chest into mine. The sound shoots straight through me.

My inner beast surges. His Wolf answers.

The connection between us seems to snap tight.

A bond? Fate? Hell, maybe it’s just the promise of one.

But I know recognition. And I feel fate hovering at the edges, waiting to see what we'll choose.

And right now? I choose him.

I push closer.

Havoc makes a rough sound against my mouth and turns us, pressing my back against the side of his truck.

Carefully.

Even half feral, he protects me from the impact. His hands frame my face.

The kiss changes.

Still desperate.

Still hungry.

But deeper now.

Slower for one breathtaking second, like he's trying to memorize me. I feel that one everywhere.

My fingers slide into his damp blond hair.

“Rowan.”

“Fuck, Honey Girl. I want you.”

His forehead drops against mine.

We're both breathing hard. I can feel him trembling.

Rowan Havoc Cross—the enormous, terrifying Alpha Wolf who looks like he could tear apart half this town without breaking a sweat—is trembling because of me.