Page 50 of Knot What I Expected

My hand shoots out.

I catch her wrist.

Gently.

Always fucking gently with her.

But the second my fingers close around that warm, silky skin, the whole damn world seems to narrow to the place where we touch.

Gabriella freezes.

So do I.

Heat races up my arm.

Her pulse flutters beneath my fingertips.

Fast.

Too fast.

And her scent—fuck.

That smoky, crisp sweetness floods my senses until my Wolf is practically clawing through my chest to get closer.

She feels it too.

I know she fucking does.

Her pupils widen. Her lips part.

For one suspended second, all that anger between us shifts into something else.

Something hotter.

Hungrier.

Her gaze drops to my hand around her wrist before slowly climbing back to my face.

“What the hell do you want from me?”

You.

Monster answers so fast my cock jerks.

You.

Not an explanation.

Not her secrets.

Not whatever the fuck she’s hiding beneath her skin.

Just her.

All of her.

The realization hits me hard enough to steal my breath.