I growl in frustration and this brings forth a big surge of her scent. Her eyes are huge. She clenches her thighs and pulls her lips tight.
“You have to go,” I say.
“I was wearing a scent-dulling fragrance Dani gave me for the last few days. But I took a shower and I haven’t put any on yet.”
No wonder I’ve been able to marginally hold my shit together. So much for me thinking it was sheer willpower. But now? With the lack of that stuff Danica gave her dulling her scent and with the addition of the moon intensifying both her scent as well as my need, I need her out of here before I do something I can’t take back.
“Fuck!” I clip and start to pace. “You need to go, Bailey.”
Everything inside me wants to grab her, pin her, bite her, fucking knot her.
“Jason…” She whispers. “I… I think I–”
“Don’t say it!” I cut her off.
The look of devastation on her face sends me to my knees.
She moves in close. Too fucking close. She’s standing right in front of me.
“Jase?”
Before I can calculate, I’ve got her hips in my hands and I’m leaning forward, inhaling her skin, my nose buried in her crotch.
“Fuck…” I groan.
Bailey doesn’t pull away. She whimpers and her fingers slide into my hair.
Having her hands on me, hearing that beautiful sound from her mouth…
I groan again, but all the risks race through my brain. I pull back. “Not like this.”
I let go, ready to get the fuck out of here, thinking I should shift and run this off, but she’s launching herself at me, grabbing my face with both hands.
I grunt, squeezing my eyes shut, but soft lips touch mine for the briefest second, giving me a tease of her taste, the scent of sex, warm and sweet apples, and a little whimper from my mate.
“Bailey,” I whisper, grabbing a handful of her damp hair while my other hand glides up her back.
She fucking licks my bottom lip. My world begins to twirl around me as I fall backwards, balancing on my elbows and she scoots higher on my lap, straddling me, pushing her beautiful tits withthose pebbled nipples against my chest while my tongue slides into her pouty mouth.
She tastes so absolutely incredible, it’s unreal. Fuck apple pie… Bailey makes apple pie taste like garbage.
She’s so soft, so warm, and it’s a perfect fit.
Finally. Fucking finally.
She whimpers and grinds her crotch down on my erection and whips her hair back.
And panic spikes in my bloodstream.
I need to make this stop.
I grab her jaw and look into her eyes. “Bailey.”
“Jase…” she moans, aroused, moon-drunk.
“It’s the moon, Bay.”
“I don’t care. I want–”