of my ear, making me whimper.
“Jackson,” I breathe his name.
“Do you have other fruit panties? I liked the cherry but I’m partial to the taste of strawberry.”
At the thought of Jackson’s mouth anywhere near my panties, my arousal spikes, and I shift against him, wanting him but knowing the second I give in, then I’m stuck here. Because if I sleep with Jackson, I don’t see him just letting me walk away. Any other wolf might, but not an alpha. Not Jackson.
“And if I’m already with someone?” I murmur as he strokes a large hand up and down my side.
He kisses the corner of my mouth.
“Then they haven’t been giving you what you need,” he says without hesitation.
“And you think this why?”
“Because you can only get it from me.”
Wow. The arrogance is unreal.
“Maybe they have. Maybe it’s yo
