“Fuck,” I rasp, my mouth watering at the sight of her lush curves wrapped in nothing but that piece of cloth.
She bites her lip.“Um…”
I realize I’ve been ogling her for a solid minute.
My cheeks heat with a blush as I thrust the clothes at her.“I brought you something to wear.”
I turn and book it to the living room, hearing the bathroom door close as I sink onto the couch and drop my head into my hands.
How am I going to keep my hands off her?She’s so damn tempting.
Then don’t,my wolf suggests.
I ignore him.
When the bathroom door opens, I push to my feet.
Roxie smiles slightly as she pads barefoot into the living room.“Thanks for the clothes.”
I nod, not trusting what will come out of my mouth.
My clothes dwarf her, but seeing her in my things, wearing my scent, has my teeth elongating and my wolf pushing forward.
Behave!I snap at him.
I try to push the dirty thoughts from my head as I take stock of her.
She looks… better.More solid.More present.That’s a good sign.
“Are you hungry?”I ask, needing to do something so I don’t grab her and bite her.
“No, thanks.”
“I’ll make you a snack,” I say, already on my feet and heading for the kitchen.
I need some distance, some time to get my head on straight.Then we’ll talk.I’ll tell her everything and answer all her questions.
I busy myself in the kitchen, putting together a small snack of toast, peanut butter, and sliced fruit.
I almost have myself under control when she joins me.She hops up onto a stool, and I swear I almost come in my pants as her tits jiggle in my shirt.
“Thanks for taking care of me.”
“It’s my pleasure,” I tell her honestly, sliding the plate in front of her.
“I don’t want to intrude.Fern said I can stay with her and Jameson, and?—”
“No.”
She blinks at me.
I clear my throat, trying to soften the refusal.“You stay here.”
Jesus.When did I forget how to talk in full sentences?
When she hopped onto that chair,my wolf says.
“I don’t have to.I don’t want to put you out,” she tries again.