“Alpha?”
“Yes!”
He caught her hand as she stalked by, pulling her into his lap. She spun, straddling him, her eyes only inches away.
“It's Saturday, you know,” he observed. “I don't have to go in to the clinic. No calls out in the boonies.” He slid his hands up her denim-clad thighs.
“Is it?” she said, though her eyes twinkled. “Amazing.”
He moved his hands higher, up under the hem of her shirt, finding the smooth skin of her back. He pulled her towards him, watching how her eyes dilated with pleasure, how her breasts flattened against his chest. She moved against him, slow and sensuous, her hips grinding her denim-covered cleft against his crotch, which was an aching bar of heat inside his jeans.
“Laura,” he said. “Tomorrow you're going into battle. I might lose you.” His voice quav
