A Handful of Wolf by Sofia Grey Page B

as she was out of earshot. “I don’t know who you are, Welshy, or what hole you’ve crawled out of, but Megan is my girlfriend. I don’t plan on giving up quite so easily. You get me?”
    Sasha knew he was being baited. He could have said a dozen things, reminded the asshole that Megan had dumped him, or told him to keep the fuck away from his girl, but for once, he kept his mouth shut.
    *
    Megan knew she gave her father a flimsy excuse for leaving early. Last-minute concert tickets with the girls. In truth, the dinner party was under control and they’d cope without her, and he’d been fine. When she caught up with Alex, he’d find out just how much he’d pissed her off. It’d been Alex pushing for her to date Phillip, Alex getting Dad on his side, and Megan was over it. She might end up with Mr. Safe-but-boring one day, but it would be her decision. Right now, she wanted Sasha. It tore at her what he must have thought. He’d seen her talking to Phillip, knew she’d made the seating plans and must have assumed she was taking advantage of his good nature. Apologies made, she nodded to Phillip—now re-seated at the table—and headed for Sasha.
    He leaned with his back to the wall, apron removed and crumpled in his fist. His face was shuttered and her heart lurched. This wasn’t how she’d hoped the evening would play out and she needed to fix things. “I’m sorry.” She gazed into his blue eyes and saw the doubt there. “I couldn’t get away after the first course, and I really didn’t know Phillip was going to be here.”
    “Your brother set it up?”
    “He did. And believe me, he’s going to regret it.”
    Her words hung in the air, and for a long moment there was silence. Sasha was the first to move. He gathered her into his arms; his expression was fierce and hungry, but the tilt of his lips reassured her. “Are we leaving, Cariad ?”
    Megan squeezed him back, wrapping herself around him and thrilling at the hard bulge she felt in his jeans. His voice alone sent shivers down her spine. Add in his hands and the sweetness of his kisses, and she was in heaven. Nobody had ever had this effect on her, the ability to turn her on and drive her crazy. She needed the reassurance they were fine and she sought his lips. At the same time his roaming hands slid up her thighs and then under the hem of her dress, rising to her butt. Her very naked butt. Sasha’s breath hissed and his eyes darkened impossibly. “Christ,” he whispered. “You really have no panties on.”
    “Uh-huh.” Warm palms cupped the cheeks of her ass and removed her ability to speak. Moisture pooled between her legs. If he shifted his fingers a little higher, he’d feel it, and she squirmed in anticipation. Sasha inhaled deeply, his eyes half-closed.
    “Baby, I have to be inside you. Now.”
    Where ? Not here. Her bedroom ? No. Anyone could see them going in. Sasha’s van? Maybe, but not parked up her father’s drive. It came to her and she released a puff of breath. “I know where to go. Can you hold on a couple of minutes?”
    “I’ll let you know.”
    Her laugh felt slightly hysterical and her limbs were slow to respond, but she untangled herself, grabbed Sasha’s hand and hurried toward the front door, snagging her tiny handbag on the way.
    Sasha opened the passenger door and helped her into the van, his hand lingering on her bare ass. “You’re killing me here, Cariad . Just so you know.” He raced to the driver’s door, scrambled behind the wheel and started the engine, then clutched her hand, placing it over his hard-on. It bucked against her touch. “Where to?”
    “Down the drive, take the left turn just after the gate.” He shot off, the engine grumbling at the speed, and followed her directions to park beside a paddock, a minute’s drive away. She glanced out of the window at the familiar environment, wondering how he saw it. Sprawling meadows, neat fences and a copse of trees that provided the wind-break to