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Soren looked her way, his eyes penetrating and full of something which looked suspiciously like desire, her heart crashed its own cymbal.
* * * *
By the time he was done jamming with the kid, both of them hot and sweaty, Soren turned to Gioia. “Let’s all do lunch.”
He wouldn’t normally have offered such a thing, but he’d done it twice in twenty-four hours. Eating with a kid and his mom. For years, the idea would have been close to his depiction of hell. But he had to admit, he kind of liked this Gunnar. Sure, the boy didn’t talk much at all, but there was passion in his playing. Soren suspected a very deep soul existed under the layers of cut-off jeans and kid grime.
And as for how he felt about Gioia, well…it floored him even as he grappled with it. Every moment he spent in the young mother’s presence, she became more and more attractive to him. When he was around her, he could swear his bear purred. She turned his mighty polar bear into a cute kitty cat who wanted his tum-tum rubbed.
Anyway, he wanted to make sure no other shifter got his paws on her.
He took her in. A denim skirt that showed off her gorgeous, womanly legs. Those sandals that drove him to distraction because of the way they highlighted her high arches. And a soft-looking striped shirt. This one had a V-neck. Every time she moved, her cleavage shifted and made his brain hammer inside his head.
Lunch with them would be nice. Better than nice.
Gioia’s face crumpled. “We already have plans for lunch.”
Soren stared. Ah, shit . “Uh…”
She perked up. “Maybe you could join us. We’re just meeting Wes. He called and apologized for his crazy behavior.” She shook her head, clearly wondering about her cousin’s conduct. “He must be taking some new vitamin or something. He just got carried away. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you joined us.”
Oh, he was so joining them now. Soren felt the instant burn of anger as he remembered how Wes had played Casanova with Gioia. Even now, a cord of tension stuck out in his neck. Wes was supposed to steer clear of Gioia. Clearly, he couldn’t be trusted. The man’s just dealing with being under the influence of the pheromone. It’s not his fault. Try not to go all ape-shit on him . “I’ll join you then.”
In response, Gunnar did a drum roll of happiness. When they turned to smile at him, he just gave his fingernails a blasé once-over, trying to appear the cool kid.
Within minutes, they were all seated at the resort’s fish and chips shop. It was a tranquil spot overlooking the lake and had a relaxed atmosphere that made it popular with the visiting families. Soren gave thanks they were surrounded by loud, happy tourists because his tension had ratcheted up a notch. Somehow Wes had weasled himself at the table right next to Gioia, where Soren had been planning to sit. He ended up sitting next to the kid.
While Gioia caught up with her embarrassed cousin, listening as he told a story of being invited out onto Ryland’s fishing boat, Soren stared at them. No doubt, Ry had lured Wes away for some fishing to get him away from Gioia for a while. Soren’s bear rumbled again, and a fiery burn took root in his stomach. It was good to see her smile and laugh at Wes’ tale of “almost landing the big one,” but he didn’t want her smiling at Wes.
He wanted all her smiles. Her happy smiles, her proud smiles. Her smiles of lusty satisfaction. An image cut through his consciousness, one of Gioia laid out on his bed buck naked. Writhing and twisting in pleasure as he sucked her off, as he plundered her sweet pussy with his mouth and hands. A delicious visual of her grinning at him as he rose, wet-mouthed, from between her legs and found his home inside her.
His brow got moist and hot. He wiped at his head and started at how clammy it was to the touch. Oh, damn. I need to get this woman alone again .
She glanced at him, her adorable eyes squinting behind her glasses. “Are you
* * * *
By the time he was done jamming with the kid, both of them hot and sweaty, Soren turned to Gioia. “Let’s all do lunch.”
He wouldn’t normally have offered such a thing, but he’d done it twice in twenty-four hours. Eating with a kid and his mom. For years, the idea would have been close to his depiction of hell. But he had to admit, he kind of liked this Gunnar. Sure, the boy didn’t talk much at all, but there was passion in his playing. Soren suspected a very deep soul existed under the layers of cut-off jeans and kid grime.
And as for how he felt about Gioia, well…it floored him even as he grappled with it. Every moment he spent in the young mother’s presence, she became more and more attractive to him. When he was around her, he could swear his bear purred. She turned his mighty polar bear into a cute kitty cat who wanted his tum-tum rubbed.
Anyway, he wanted to make sure no other shifter got his paws on her.
He took her in. A denim skirt that showed off her gorgeous, womanly legs. Those sandals that drove him to distraction because of the way they highlighted her high arches. And a soft-looking striped shirt. This one had a V-neck. Every time she moved, her cleavage shifted and made his brain hammer inside his head.
Lunch with them would be nice. Better than nice.
Gioia’s face crumpled. “We already have plans for lunch.”
Soren stared. Ah, shit . “Uh…”
She perked up. “Maybe you could join us. We’re just meeting Wes. He called and apologized for his crazy behavior.” She shook her head, clearly wondering about her cousin’s conduct. “He must be taking some new vitamin or something. He just got carried away. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you joined us.”
Oh, he was so joining them now. Soren felt the instant burn of anger as he remembered how Wes had played Casanova with Gioia. Even now, a cord of tension stuck out in his neck. Wes was supposed to steer clear of Gioia. Clearly, he couldn’t be trusted. The man’s just dealing with being under the influence of the pheromone. It’s not his fault. Try not to go all ape-shit on him . “I’ll join you then.”
In response, Gunnar did a drum roll of happiness. When they turned to smile at him, he just gave his fingernails a blasé once-over, trying to appear the cool kid.
Within minutes, they were all seated at the resort’s fish and chips shop. It was a tranquil spot overlooking the lake and had a relaxed atmosphere that made it popular with the visiting families. Soren gave thanks they were surrounded by loud, happy tourists because his tension had ratcheted up a notch. Somehow Wes had weasled himself at the table right next to Gioia, where Soren had been planning to sit. He ended up sitting next to the kid.
While Gioia caught up with her embarrassed cousin, listening as he told a story of being invited out onto Ryland’s fishing boat, Soren stared at them. No doubt, Ry had lured Wes away for some fishing to get him away from Gioia for a while. Soren’s bear rumbled again, and a fiery burn took root in his stomach. It was good to see her smile and laugh at Wes’ tale of “almost landing the big one,” but he didn’t want her smiling at Wes.
He wanted all her smiles. Her happy smiles, her proud smiles. Her smiles of lusty satisfaction. An image cut through his consciousness, one of Gioia laid out on his bed buck naked. Writhing and twisting in pleasure as he sucked her off, as he plundered her sweet pussy with his mouth and hands. A delicious visual of her grinning at him as he rose, wet-mouthed, from between her legs and found his home inside her.
His brow got moist and hot. He wiped at his head and started at how clammy it was to the touch. Oh, damn. I need to get this woman alone again .
She glanced at him, her adorable eyes squinting behind her glasses. “Are you
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