Ezra
I could smell Kristen’s arousal. Her sweet rosemary-mint smell was suddenly deeper, stronger, and even more alluring. She was trying hard to deny it, keeping her back turned and her thighs pressed tightly together, but she couldn’t hide it from my wolf.
I tried to maintain a relaxed posture, but behind my head my hands were balled into fists, my fingernails biting into my palms to make sure I kept my hands to myself. I had promised
My body was responding to her scent, like it had a mind of its own. It was a good thing she had her back turned or she would surely notice I was making a tent of my own beneath the sheets, and my jaw was aching from clenching my teeth against my wolf’s invasive suggestions.
I promised her that it was perfectly safe to share my bed. I promised that I wou
