Page 32 of Knot What I Expected

My eyes travel before I can stop them.

Full breasts.

Soft belly.

Thick hips and thighs that make my hands itch to find out exactly how they’d feel beneath my palms.

Then there’s all that smooth, golden-brown skin on display above the neckline of her shirt.

Tanned skin.

In fucking October.

My Wolf perks up.

Does she sunbathe?

The thought hits me out of nowhere, and suddenly I’m picturing Gabriella stretched out somewhere beneath the Montana sun, wearing next to nothing while all those lush curves turn warm and golden.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Bad thought.

Really fucking bad thought.

Her dark hair is pulled up off her neck tonight too, leaving all that bare skin exposed from her shoulders to the delicate curve behind her ear.

And isn’t that another terrible fucking development?

Because now Monster is staring too.

Good spot for biting.

No.

Mine.

Shut the fuck up.

Honey Girl looks tired.

Too fucking tired.

There are faint shadows beneath her eyes that immediately piss me off because I know damn well she worked a full shift at The Joint today.

But even exhausted?

She’s beautiful.

Soft and sultry and curvy as fuck. Way too fucking beautiful for the likes of me and this fucking shithole. And way too goddamn tempting for a male who came here specifically to forget about her.

I’m still standing there like a fucking moron.

Staring at her.

Because apparently I can’t not stare at Gabriella Santos.

I know I don’t have any claim on her.