Lose the pants,” she murmured. His head tilted slightly to the side, his eyes narrowing a fraction. “Are you ordering me around?” She grinned. “Maybe.

He was the kind of man who turned heads. And he was all hers. That made her feel ridiculously proud. Her wolf wanted to strut around and freaking preen that this was her male.

No one fucks with the Lazos brothers.

Are you nervous?"... "A little." "Do you want to stop?" "No, just go slow." "I can do that." He could do any damn thing she asked of him.

The man and wolf inside him experienced a surge of primal satisfaction. It had been so long since he'd let his guard down around anyone. After just one kiss, he was ready to bed her. That hadn't happened to him in...ever.

You look good in my shirt," he murmured. The quiet words drew her gaze back to his face. "Then why do you look disappointed?" His shoulders lifted slightly. "I was hoping you'd be wearing nothing.

What are you doing?" she whispered. He wasn't sure why she was whispering, but he kept his voice just as low. "I want to taste you.

You're a machine," she murmured when he swept kisses across her jaw and over her cheek. "Only for you, sweetheart.

His hands, which had been on her hips, suddenly grasped the slim strap of her panties and snapped the material apart. "You owe me another pair," she gasped. "Stop wearing them and it won't be a problem.