Beauty and the Werewolf (Entangled Covet) (San Francisco Wolf Pack) by Kristin Miller Page A

helmet. “And hold tight.”
    That she could totally do. It seemed as if from the moment they kissed, a switch had flipped. Her body craved being near his. She shivered with excitement from the mere thought of holding him tightly as they zipped through the city.
    Blowing out a shaky breath, Isabelle gripped his shoulders as she straddled the bike and situated herself over the back. Teetering on the seat, she slipped her hands around Jack’s waist and hugged her body against his. Heat radiated through his leather coat, right into her chest, instantly relaxing her.
    This was what she’d needed all along. In his bedroom, his office, on the back of a monster bike…whatever. Didn’t matter.
    She breathed him in. Even through the leather, she could pick up his intoxicating scent. It rumbled through her, filling her with a light, airy kind of happiness she’d never felt before.
    “You ready?” he asked, easing the bike down the drive.
    As she nodded, he shifted gears. The engine growled like a wild animal. With a squeal, she tightened her grip around his waist and buried her face in his back. But within a few seconds, the wind whipped around them, bringing with it the interesting scents of the city. Salt from the bay. Clam chowder wafting from somewhere nearby. Car exhaust. Peeking through fluttering lids, Isabelle took in the passing cityscape.
    “Lombard Street.” Jack pointed left, and they turned, taking a sudden dip. The road was paved with brick and impossibly steep. One hairpin turn led to another. They zigzagged one way before immediately curving the other.
    “It’s famous for being the crookedest street in the world,” Jack said, turning his head so she could hear him.
    “Yeah.” She leaned closer. As tight as she could get. “I see why.”
    Grinning ear to ear, she took in the fragrant hydrangeas blooming alongside the narrow road. Studied the architecture of the houses looming over the street. The whole scene was stunningly beautiful in its uniqueness.
    “That was crazy,” she said as they slowly wound down to the bottom. “I’ve never seen anything like that before.”
    “Just wait.” Throttling back, Jack sped through the city, one light after another, rumbling the whole way. “You’re going to love this ride.”
    He took her through the colorful neighborhood of Haight-Ashbury, drove around charming Union Square and the crowded Mission. He pointed out everything like a competent tour guide—as if he read her mind and her heart. She’d wished to see the highlights of the city while she was here, but hadn’t had time for it. She’d mentioned her desire briefly when they were in the de Young, but hadn’t expected him to remember.
    He really was attentive. Would he be that way as a lover? Aware of every heightened nerve as she crested toward climax?
    Damn it, how had one kiss made her hyperaware of how sensual he was?
    It was as if she’d woken up from some kind of a sexual slumber.
    While she loved every minute of their ride and the delicious tingling in her middle, there were things she wanted to talk to him about. The painting he’d returned to Switzerland. His predicament with adrenaline rushes, and how quickly he was weakening. And why their kiss made her want to do naughty things, despite the fact that she knew she shouldn’t.
    As if he read her mind, he veered into a parking area near Pier 15. Pulling the motorcycle into a private section of the public lot, Jack turned off the engine and waited for her to dismount before getting off the bike himself.
    “What do you think of my city?” he asked, setting their helmets on his bike.
    “It’s breathtaking.” She was still reeling as she fluffed life back into her hair. “I didn’t think I’d be able to experience everything in such a short amount of time.”
    “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet.” He grinned, shooting her that smile she liked so much. “I find that if you step back, away from the drama and noise, you can easily