Her mouth was dry, and she couldn’t breathe. Except for pictures, she’d never seen a man naked like this. Her limited sexual experience had always occurred in the dark in a bed. No man had stripped naked and given her a full frontal before. “You… Uh…” She pointed. Pointed.
“Sorry. Those are my favorite jeans. Don’t want to rip them.”
Right. That made so much sense.
“He’s gonna shift, Amanda. Just watch. Then you’ll understand.” Sawyer held her side tight against his chest. He brushed her hair over her shoulder and leaned his face close to hers.
Logan dropped onto all fours on the ground.
She flinched. Startled. But not half as startled as she was when he popped his body in every direction as if he were a contortionist. And not one millionth as startled as she was when in less than half a minute he grew hair, changed shape, and transformed into…a wolf. Just like he’d said.
“Amanda. Hon. It’s okay.” Sawyer’s words filtered into her as though she were under water.
It was so far from okay. She would have jumped out of her skin or at least run off the porch if Sawyer hadn’t been holding her. “What the…”
The wolf sat on his haunches and stayed very still. He cocked his head to one side and blinked as though assessing her.
Amanda looked past the animal and glanced around, wondering where Logan went.
“Logan is the wolf, Amanda,” Sawyer confirmed. “Like he said, we’re shifters.”
“Shifters,” she repeated. Wolf shifters. “You expect me to believe Logan just miraculously changed into an animal?”
“You saw him. So yes.”
“I know I saw him, but I assume you guys are like magicians or something.”
“Nope. We really are shifters.”
“There’s no such thing.”
“There is. You just didn’t know it.” Sawyer released her hands and stroked a palm up her arm, making her shiver.
“Uh-huh.”
The wolf, or Lord have mercy, Logan, stuck his enormous paws out in front of him, too close to her legs.
“He won’t hurt you. Ever. In fact, he’ll do everything in his power to protect you. We both will.”
Amanda jerked her gaze to Sawyer. “You can do that too?”
“Yes. You want me to? We thought one of us should demonstrate and the other explain.”
She nodded. Valid point.
Wait. Not a valid point. There were no valid points or anything. Just more questions.
She glanced away, toward the front door. Everyone was inside now. And the door was shut. Where was Laurie?
They sat in near darkness so far from the porch light.
“Yes, you want me to shift? Or no, you would prefer I explain?” Sawyer asked.
“No. Please. No. One’s enough.”
He chuckled. “I know it’s overwhelming.”
“Do you? I’m not sure you can appreciate the full volume of my complete disbelief.”
“You’re probably right.” He turned toward the wolf. “Shift back. She’s freaked.”
Before Amanda could manage to inhale and exhale, the wolf popped and squirmed in front of her until Logan once again stood before her.
Was he ever not erect like that?
Jesus.
He picked up his jeans. “You want me to put these back on, or you want to keep ogling me?” he teased.
She squeezed her eyes closed. “God. Please. Put your pants on.”
“Hey, I’m sure I’m not as big as Sawyer there, but I can’t say a woman has ever covered her eyes in disgust before.” He chuckled again, more of a nervous noise than a joke.
“Stop teasing her, Logan. She’s about to have a heart attack.”
“Sorry,” Logan mumbled.
She heard his zipper and opened her eyes. “Is this how you introduce yourself to all your girlfriends?”
Chapter Seven
Sawyer couldn’t believe their good fortune.
Amanda was amazing. Of course, it was common knowledge that when mates met, they automatically found the other attractive whether it was true or not. But he was certain he’d truly hit the lottery.
She was smaller than he would have expected, considering he and Logan were huge. But her spunk made up for her stature.
Her thick black hair hung like silk, and he couldn’t wait to run his fingers through it. Her skin was fair and smooth. And her eyes. Jesus. Deep blue that made his cock hard just looking at them.
Logan chuckled at her unintended joke. “I’ve never actually demonstrated my abilities before.” He groaned as soon as the words left his mouth. “Shifting, I mean.”
Amanda lifted both hands, palms out. “Okay. Okay. Fine. Good.”
Sawyer brushed a lock of hair from her face and lifted her chin with one finger. “I’ll shift also if you’d like. Or I can do it another time.”