Alpha Jacob Sanderson doesn’t have time for distractions as he hunts a vicious killer attacking his pack. Sheriff Alexandra Littlefoot is his best resource and a woman he can’t seem to resist. After one night together, he knows this is no casual encounter, and walking away is impossible. As secrets rise to the surface, the killer’s violence escalates and threatens to destroy not only their fragile new love, but the entire Lonestar Pack.
With a snarl, he turned around and grabbed her by the waist. She gasped, the soft sound so loud to him that he let loose another growl. He couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t deny himself at least one taste. The scent of her hit him first. It was feminine, sweet, and unique to her. He bent his head and took her mouth in a hot, wet kiss. At first she didn’t respond, but a second later she did. As she opened her mouth, he stole inside, tasting the minty freshness of toothpaste and the desire she held from him. She slipped her hands up over his arms and to his shoulders as he backed her against the counter.
He slanted his mouth over hers again and again. Her muffled moan vibrated through his soul. He wanted her then, right there, in the most animalistic way possible, but he knew he was pushing it. He tore his mouth from hers and leaned his forehead against hers. Calling on what little control he had left, he stepped back from her. Her eyes were dilated, her mouth red and swollen.
“I think it would be best to stop that right now,” he said, need dripping from each of his words.
“What was that?”
“That was what I felt.”
She lifted her fingers to her mouth. “You felt like kissing me?”
Then, he smelled the burning stench of their breakfast being ruined.
“Dammit. You are too much trouble for my peace of mind,” he said turning around to save what he could.
“Jake, I think we need to agree that will never happen again.”
He would normally agree with her. She actually worked for him. As Mayor, he was her direct supervisor. But, now that he knew she was his Mate, there was no way around it.
He turned around and faced her. “Just accept that is going to happen again and often. Next time though, I’ll have time to really do it right.”
“And just what is wrong with what went on now?”
“You’re still dressed and standing. If I had time to do it right, you would have been naked and beneath me.”