He wanted to growl, to roar, to punch something, anything to get that horrified look off her face. One thing he never considered was possible rejection.
Oh crap. The dirt under his bare ass was hot from the late afternoon sun and the pebbles sticking to his cheeks grated. It wasn't that he minded sitting there in the buff, well, not exactly, but how was he supposed to answer questions when his c**k was sitting at half-mast? As a Shifter, he was hardly bothered by nudity, but the smell of her so close was driving him f*****g nuts.
Not being able to touch her? f*****g torture. In those tiny cut-offs and that fitted tank top, she looked good enough to eat. Talk about good ideas! She sat back on her feet facing him and unconsciously thrust her perfect breasts forward. Drool.
He could alm
