“Oh, you can wait upstairs if you like.”
Daegan’s eyes seemed to flare brighter for a moment, but he grinned and shook his head. “Not with you naked we can’t.” He winked and sent her on her way.
All through her shower, images of Daegan, Isaac, and Xavier and everything the four of them could do together in the tiny bathroom wound though her brain. She tried to concentrate on washing herself down, but a shudder ran through her as she imagined the soapy hands touching her skin belonged to someone else.
Her hands drifted lower, pressing over the soft flesh of her mound, her fingers finding her clit as her imagination ran riot. She’d seen Isaac naked last night, and her memory combined with fantasy, and she suddenly found herself gasping for air. Shit, what was wrong with her? Was this part of being a werewolf? She’d never been this turned on this fast before.
“Behave yourself, beautiful, or that shower is going to get awfully crowded.”
She spun around, sure that Daegan must be behind her, but she was in the bathroom alone. “What the hell?” she asked the shower tiles. Unsurprisingly, they didn’t respond. Distracted for the moment, she finished her shower and threw on jeans and a T-shirt. Determined to keep the date casual, she pulled her hair back into a functional ponytail, but then went and ruined all her good intentions by adding makeup and a touch of perfume.
Several minutes later she rushed down the stairs. She couldn’t quite explain her eagerness to spend time with the men—she was dead set against getting married again—but something nagged at her to get to know them better.
“Ready, sweetheart?” Isaac asked with a smile as he claimed her hand. He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles as she stared up at him and remembered what it had been like to be kissed by this man. Almost as if he’d heard her thoughts, he leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against her own. Just like last night the kiss was slow and sensual, the gentle assault on her senses wrapping her in pleasant emotion. She sighed into his mouth, and his tongue slid into hers, exploring and caressing the warm recess.
He groaned and pulled away, his hands shaking slightly as he set her away from him. She tried to hide her emotions behind a careless smirk, but he cupped the side of her face with his warm hand and whispered, “If we keep doing that, we will definitely miss our reservation. And as much as I want to explore every inch of your delectable body we did promise to try the whole dating thing first.”
“True,” she said, licking her lips and wondering if sex on the first date was such a bad idea. After all, she’d never actually tried it, so who was she to judge?
Good grief. She shook her head sharply and tried to find the woman she knew was inside. Somewhere.
“Wait. Reservations?” There wasn’t a restaurant in this town busy enough to need a table booked on a Tuesday night. “Where are we going?”
“There’s a good Italian restaurant about halfway between here and home. Xavier is going to meet us there.”
She glanced at their expressions and again questioned her sanity. They were strangers—despite the horny dreams. Did she really want to leave town with them?
“So the whole dinner-date thing was planned before you stepped inside my door.”
“Yup,” Daegan said with a sexy grin. “Although, Isaac and I are more than willing to carry you up the stairs and love every inch of you until you come, screaming our names over and over and over.”
Oh, wow. What happened to all the oxygen?
Daegan gave her a lecherous grin, and the wicked, horny woman inside her wanted nothing more than to tear his clothes off and get started right here. But Isaac rescued them both from their baser desires and grabbed her hand to lead her out the door.
Making a decision she hoped she wouldn’t regret, Andrea followed them out of the store. If they’d been planning to hurt her, they’d had ample time last night. Something in her brain urged her to stay close to these men, and besides, she really should find out more about this werewolf thing.
Sheesh. Werewolf thing? Who would ever have thought she’d need to think about something like that?
The men waited as she locked up and set the alarm. She’d always felt a little silly having an alarm for what was essentially an empty shop—all the jewelry was stored in the safe at night—but since last night’s events, it seemed rather prudent. It helped, of course, that it gave her an excuse to stay pressed between the two men for a little longer. She wasn’t looking forward to sitting in the backseat while they drove miles out of town.
But when they led her to their vehicle, she was relieved and maybe a little dismayed to realize they drove a huge monster truck with three seats in the front. Not sitting in the back alone and trying to make conversation was a good thing, but being pressed between both men for the whole trip might just do her in.