Rosalee pouted. “Tough.”
His voice become low and held a hint of a growl. “Someone broke into your house while you slept last night, you could have been hurt. I’m not leaving you alone, if I can’t be with you I’ll make sure someone else from my pack is.”
She placed her hand on her heart mockingly. “Oh wolf boy, I had no idea you cared.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know.”
She snorted. “I don’t need a bodyguard.”
“It’s not such a chore to guard your body.” He chuckled and winked at Liv who was stifling laughter behind her teacup.
“Yeah well, I’m spending the day cleaning the house and getting it ready to be sold, so if you’re hanging around you’re helping. You think you can handle that hairball?”
Adam walked over to the table and placed his palms on it, leaning over her. Rosalee felt herself warm at his nearness. She sat on her hands to stop her hands from pulling him down to her for a kiss. He practically purred at her. “Bring it on.”
*
Rosalee had taken her time getting ready. She had carefully chosen an outfit that would make the sexy wolf hot under the collar. She was wearing a pair of tight high waist black shorts with a white see-through sleeveless shirt over a lacy vest.
If the way his eyes had widened and the bulge in the front of his trousers had grown was any indication it was a good choice.
After a few mild protestations from Rosalee they were driving to town in Adam’s truck to buy some cleaning supplies. Liv left them to go man the reception desk at the Sheriff’s station.
On the drive over Adam kept glancing at Rosalee’s legs. She was wearing the same shoes as she had when he first spied her in the grocery store. Her legs were so long and toned, god he wanted to feel them wrapped round him so badly. He shifted in his seat awkwardly, his erection was pushing uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans.
He heard a small sound. Rosalee was sniggering. He gripped the steering wheel tightly forcing himself to focus on the road.
Rosalee looked out the window. The small town whirred past. It really was quaint. She’d never lived in a small town like this, it was a breath of fresh air. The people were relaxed and friendly. Spending time with Adam was nice. She could get used to this.
No, she wasn’t staying. She would get bored and move on eventually, like she always did. She shouldn’t get attached. She knew this was true, so why did her insides churn at the thought of leaving?
*
Adam and Rosalee stopped by the grocery store and picked up some cleaning supplies. Rena was working again. Rena smiled, flirted, batted her eyelids. Under Rosalee’s scrutiny Adam remained as susceptible to Rena’s coquettishness as a statue.
Adam was gratified to see that it pleased Rosalee.
They returned to her house and spent the day cleaning and getting rid of junk. Iris Bennett sure did amass a lot of crap.
They chatted throughout the day, both Adam and Rosalee spoke about their childhood. Rosalee told him stories about all the different places she’d lived, Adam about all the naughty things he did as a child. Which made her laugh hysterically.
He told her about what it meant to be part of a pack, not just being the leader but also being in charge of the pack run business. She told him about her career as an artist, or lack of career as the case currently was.
He was pleased that she asked questions about pack life and glad to fill her in on the details, she was interested and thankfully didn’t seem daunted by it.
It was nice being with her all day. When she brushed past him he caught her scent, a brief touch of her skin. It was exhilarating.
Of course it wasn’t easy working with a rock hard erection or a wolf that was pushing him to bond with his mate... immediately. As time passed he was starting to think his wolf was right. It would be so easy to just pull her down to the ground, rip her clothes off and slide home into her warm, tight body...
“You know I appreciate all the help you’re giving me.” Rosalee was inspecting the pictures on the hall wall.
“It’s my pleasure. Nice pictures.”
He came and stood next to her, shoulder to shoulder. The air was heavy with desire. Both his and hers. Rosalee had felt like her body was on fire all day due to the nearness of the hot man mountain, and was embarrassed at how wet she was. She prayed he couldn’t tell.
He pointed to the beach scene in Mexico. “I like this one.”
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Yeah? What do you like about it?”
He tipped his head and regarded her with interest. “Honestly I don’t know, it just appeals to me.”
“It’s mine.”
“Well the whole house is yours.”