You know, for a big, bad werewolf, you sure are sweet.

You’re like the perfect man conjured from my nerdiest fantasies.

For the first time, I wasn’t content by myself. I yearned for her.

I can’t even believe what I’m hearing,” I muttered more to myself than to him. It was like Chewbacca speaking Klingon. Does. Not. Compute. Okay. Don’t freak out on him.

If you’re half as hot as I get just when you walk into a room, then I’m a happy man.”Her fingers combed through my hair then slipped to the nape of my neck. “Then you should be a totally, blissed-out, high-as-a-kite happy man.

And who didn’t want a hot werewolf to make a girl feel good?

This woman. Her body. Her soul. I wanted it all.

I can take care of myself just fine.” She meant take care of her own pleasure just fine. My pants grew tighter while I imagined taking care of her in my own way. “I’m sure you can, but I’d like to apply for the job.

Tread carefully, Evie. Jules may have given the okay to work with this wolf, but one thing I know well is men. And that look?” He glanced over my shoulder, then back to me. “That’s a dangerous one.