Page 195 of Knot What I Expected

Amused.

Hot as fuck.

It’s the look that makes me feel like he knows exactly what he's doing to me.

“Sure will, Hot Mama. Soon as I get you to the truck.”

“Rowan.”

He winks.

Winks.

This giant, feral Wolf who growls at strangers for standing too close to me fucking winks.

Matteo giggles. And just like that, I’m swooning for this man.

Completely.

Hopelessly.

I’m in so much trouble.

Rowan carries both of us toward the truck as if this is perfectly normal. And maybe that's what gets me.

How easily Matteo fits into his arms alongside me.

No irritation.

No awkwardness.

No sense that my son is baggage Rowan has to tolerate if he wants me.

He talks to Matteo. Listens to him. Looks at him.

Like he actually sees my boy.

And every time he does, another little piece of my heart slips somewhere dangerously close to his hands.

He finally puts me down beside the passenger door.

“See? Promised.”

“I have functioning legs.”

“I know.”

“I use them regularly.”

“Seen you do it,” he says and puts Matteo inside, “And I admire them greatly. Especially when they’re wrapped around my waist, or my head,” he whispers the last.

I narrow my eyes.

“You're very annoying.”

His gaze drops to my mouth.

“Yeah. Been told that.”