Page 202 of Knot What I Expected

Secrets.

She’s going to tell me.

I know that. She said we needed to talk, and every time the subject gets close, her scent changes.

I don’t like that she’s afraid to tell me. But I’m not pushing.

Not tonight.

Tonight, I want her to see this place.

My place.

This fucking weird little Clan. And yeah. I want to know what she looks like in the middle of it.

“Rowan? What is it?”

I realize I’m still holding her wrist. My thumb strokes over her pulse.

“Nothing.”

Her amber eyes narrow.

“You’re weird.”

“Been called worse.”

“By me.”

“Frequently.”

I can’t help myself, so I pull her closer to me for a moment.

She smells like blue skies and woodsmoke.

Delicious.

Her mouth curves.

Monster practically fucking purrs.

Mate happy.

Yeah.

I like her happy, too.

I don’t hesitate. I lean over the console and kiss her.

Not long.

Not nearly long enough.

Just a slow press of my mouth against hers that has her breath catching and mine doing the same fucking thing.

Her fingers slide into my hair.

Well.