Hungry Like the Wolf(32)

“Why would you think that? She’s not here to work out with us. She’s here to write an article about us.”

Becker nodded again, still lounging against the doorjamb. “Yeah, that makes sense. Still…it’d be nice if she wore yoga pants.”

“What the hell are yoga pants?”

“What women wear when they do yoga. You know—those tight pants that flare at the bottom a little.” Becker grinned. “I bet she’d look hot in them.”

Okay, that was more than Gage wanted to hear. He growled. “Officer Becker, get outside. Now.”

Becker might have been fantasizing about Mackenzie’s curvy ass in a pair of yoga pants, but he was still aware enough to know when he was close to mortal danger. He gave his boss a startled look, then took off running for the back door.

Gage shook his head. Sometimes he wondered if the amount of time Becker spent playing with electricity had damaged him beyond repair. Then again, the guy had a point. Gage wasn’t exactly sure what yoga pants even looked like, but he figured Mackenzie would look good in anything tight.

He felt his cock immediately harden…again.

Shit. He hadn’t slept worth a damn last night because of the hard-on Mackenzie had given him during dinner. It had taken an hour in a freezing cold shower this morning to finally get the damn thing to go down. He’d been lucky to even get to work on time. And now, with a single semi-sexual thought about the dark-haired beauty, he was hard all over again. Thank God he was wearing a loose pair of shorts. It would have been damn embarrassing doing PT with the team otherwise.

He looked down at his watch. He still had a few minutes before he had to go out. Maybe he could think about something else for a while and get his erection to relax.

He tried to focus on what he needed to do that day, but that proved to be a stupid idea because he was going to be spending it with Mackenzie Stone. The purpose behind it might be serious—making sure she didn’t figure out he and his men were werewolves—but all his cock cared about was that he’d get to hang out with that sexy body of hers.

He practically heard a thud as his hard shaft pressed against the underside of the desk draw.

Damn, the woman was going to be the death of him.

It had hit him like a sledgehammer when he’d gotten in his car with Mackenzie last night. She’d smelled really nice at the compound earlier in the day, and her scent had been even more delicious when she’d opened the door of her apartment. But that all paled in comparison to what it was like to be in a small, enclosed space with her. The perfume she’d worn combined perfectly with her natural scent to create a fragrance so alluring he’d almost driven off the road he was so distracted.

And that had just been the beginning. The entire dinner with her had been one long, slow tease. The way they’d been squeezed into that tight booth, the way her knee had brushed up against his leg most of the night, the way she’d leaned in close and nibbled her dinner in that slow, sensual way she had, the way she’d answered all his questions in that sexy voice of hers. He’d been so turned on he hadn’t realized he’d started caressing her leg until the thundering of her heartbeat couldn’t be ignored. She’d had that distant, glassy-eyed look of a woman in some serious pleasure.

Then the smell of her arousal hit him, and he’d almost come unglued.

Thank God Emile had shown up at the table just then, or he wasn’t sure what he would have done.

He’d never displayed more discipline in his life as he had when he walked away from her invitation to come inside. But he’d needed to get some space between them, get his head screwed back on right, and get his freaking lust under control. This was the safety of his pack, and he was losing it like a horny teenager.

He’d done it, but it had been damn hard.

Even now, sitting at his desk willing his hard-on to go down in the few minutes he had before PT, Gage still had no idea what the hell was going on with his out-of-control sex drive. There’d been a couple times last night while he’d laid in bed staring up at the ceiling that he wondered if maybe Xander had been right. Was Mackenzie Stone some kind of cosmically assigned perfect woman for him, genetically designed to push him over the edge with nothing more than her scent?

In the frustrating darkness, it had seemed more than possible.

Of course, an hour-long freezing shower, a lot of coffee, and the bright light of daybreak had made those thoughts seem ludicrous. Until Becker had forced the image of Mackenzie wearing skintight yoga pants into his head. Now, as he pleaded with his erection to go away, he wasn’t so sure.

“Hey,” Mike’s voice sounded distant even though he was standing in the doorway. “We’re about to get started. Stone is here, too. And she has a guy with her.”