coming closer, but she couldn’t move. She didn’t want to. And then he stood right in front of her, and although she felt like everyone was watching them, seeing this very intense nonverbal communication that was going on, she didn’t care. If she knew she wouldn’t get fired, and probably arrested for indecent exposure, she would have torn his jeans open, pulled out his dick, and bounced on him like he was her very own pogo stick.
She had known Beau since she was a child—kind of hard not to when they had lived in Mount Redford their whole lives—and although she had always been attracted to him, it wasn’t until this morning that those feelings had gone rogue. He liked sex, a lot of sex in fact, and he didn’t care what anyone thought on the matter. Hannah had seen him on dates with females constantly. Each night it seemed it was with a different woman, and although she should feel disgust that he had so much random, meaningless sex, he’d only want that from her. She didn’t want a man in her life, especially not a shifter. They were too demanding, too alpha, and although she was independent, had her own place and life, right now for this particular situation, she wanted a male that could handle what she needed: a night of good, hard fucking.
But despite the fact he was three years older than her, so very wrong for her on so many levels, he had been the male that she wanted to pop her cherry and ease this fucking heat from the moment she had known she’d be going through it.
He lowered his head to her neck, and although this was totally inappropriate activity for her to be doing and allowing at her work, who the fuck cared. He inhaled deeply, and the sound went right to her clit.
“You’re primed, female.” He pulled back only enough that he could look into her eyes. “And you’re in need of a male to help you with that, aren’t you?” He moved a step closer, and when she moved one back the counter stopped her retreat.
It wasn’t as if she was trying very hard to get away, but she had to make it seem like she wasn’t easy… right?
“Well, female? You want me to help you with your problem?” He placed his hands on either side of her, leaned in closer, and inhaled again. “Mmm, I’ve never been with a virgin, let alone one in her heat.”
Hannah didn’t question how he had known about her being a virgin, because the scent of being untouched surrounded her. She could smell it, and knew that it was amplified because of this situation. Staring into his light blue eyes, she took in his black hair that was short and stood on end a little, and moved her gaze lower to take in his straight, strong nose, square jaw, and the dark stubble that covered it.
“Yeah.” And that was all she said, because he growled low in his throat, looked down at her lips, and then moved away from her. He walked right out of the café without doing whatever he had initially come in for. When she snapped out of her haze, she glanced around. The noise was only coming from the overhead speakers. There were several gazes on her, some wide-eyed, others narrowed in disgust.
“Wow,” Laura said.
Hannah glanced at the other wolf female, saw that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes wide, and knew that she had put on a massively inappropriate show. But God, what a show it had been.
W hen Hannah pulled into her driveway and cut the engine, she rested her head back against the seat. The condo she lived in was small, and with the couple that lived next door on vacation in Anchorage, she didn’t have to worry about small talk like she did every other time they saw her home. But she hadn’t even spoken to Beau about when and if he was going to help… ease her. He had asked the question, she had given her answer, but that was it. Hannah had suffered all damn day with damp panties, her nipples feeling like they would stab through her bra and shirt, and her mind filled with images of Beau bending her over any and every counter
She had known Beau since she was a child—kind of hard not to when they had lived in Mount Redford their whole lives—and although she had always been attracted to him, it wasn’t until this morning that those feelings had gone rogue. He liked sex, a lot of sex in fact, and he didn’t care what anyone thought on the matter. Hannah had seen him on dates with females constantly. Each night it seemed it was with a different woman, and although she should feel disgust that he had so much random, meaningless sex, he’d only want that from her. She didn’t want a man in her life, especially not a shifter. They were too demanding, too alpha, and although she was independent, had her own place and life, right now for this particular situation, she wanted a male that could handle what she needed: a night of good, hard fucking.
But despite the fact he was three years older than her, so very wrong for her on so many levels, he had been the male that she wanted to pop her cherry and ease this fucking heat from the moment she had known she’d be going through it.
He lowered his head to her neck, and although this was totally inappropriate activity for her to be doing and allowing at her work, who the fuck cared. He inhaled deeply, and the sound went right to her clit.
“You’re primed, female.” He pulled back only enough that he could look into her eyes. “And you’re in need of a male to help you with that, aren’t you?” He moved a step closer, and when she moved one back the counter stopped her retreat.
It wasn’t as if she was trying very hard to get away, but she had to make it seem like she wasn’t easy… right?
“Well, female? You want me to help you with your problem?” He placed his hands on either side of her, leaned in closer, and inhaled again. “Mmm, I’ve never been with a virgin, let alone one in her heat.”
Hannah didn’t question how he had known about her being a virgin, because the scent of being untouched surrounded her. She could smell it, and knew that it was amplified because of this situation. Staring into his light blue eyes, she took in his black hair that was short and stood on end a little, and moved her gaze lower to take in his straight, strong nose, square jaw, and the dark stubble that covered it.
“Yeah.” And that was all she said, because he growled low in his throat, looked down at her lips, and then moved away from her. He walked right out of the café without doing whatever he had initially come in for. When she snapped out of her haze, she glanced around. The noise was only coming from the overhead speakers. There were several gazes on her, some wide-eyed, others narrowed in disgust.
“Wow,” Laura said.
Hannah glanced at the other wolf female, saw that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes wide, and knew that she had put on a massively inappropriate show. But God, what a show it had been.
W hen Hannah pulled into her driveway and cut the engine, she rested her head back against the seat. The condo she lived in was small, and with the couple that lived next door on vacation in Anchorage, she didn’t have to worry about small talk like she did every other time they saw her home. But she hadn’t even spoken to Beau about when and if he was going to help… ease her. He had asked the question, she had given her answer, but that was it. Hannah had suffered all damn day with damp panties, her nipples feeling like they would stab through her bra and shirt, and her mind filled with images of Beau bending her over any and every counter
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