Jett's Wild Wolf (Mystic Wolves 3)
“Good god she was in deep with this man. Not that she wasn’t always in deep shit with the men in her life, but with this one she wasn’t even sure how to outmaneuver him. Or if she even wanted to try. Not when her inner beasts were scratching at her skin, begging to get out and claim him. Yeah, she was screwed six ways to effing Sunday and she had a feeling she’d like every damn minute, until he realized she was the enemy, or at least the daughter of him.
“Hey, why such a sad look? I’m not gonna ...hurt you, or if I do you’ll love it.” His look was positively wicked.
She leaned into his touch, wanting, needing his heat for a minute. She was a liar in that moment, but only to herself. Her tongue snaked out, tracing his full bottom lip. The immediate reaction from Jett was exactly what she’d expected. A full-on-take-no-prisoners assault to her senses as he gripped her by the hips, lifting her up and over his thighs, her back to the steering wheel. Feeling his large erection straining against the fly of his denim, her tiny scrap of silk no barrier against the rough fabric.MoreLess
“Hey, why such a sad look? I’m not gonna ...hurt you, or if I do you’ll love it.” His look was positively wicked.
She leaned into his touch, wanting, needing his heat for a minute. She was a liar in that moment, but only to herself. Her tongue snaked out, tracing his full bottom lip. The immediate reaction from Jett was exactly what she’d expected. A full-on-take-no-prisoners assault to her senses as he gripped her by the hips, lifting her up and over his thighs, her back to the steering wheel. Feeling his large erection straining against the fly of his denim, her tiny scrap of silk no barrier against the rough fabric.MoreLess
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