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“Aw, shit. The legacy. It protected me.”
“Yes,” Luca ground out as I swerved around a sharp corner at top speed.
“You can’t protect me from everything, you know?” I joked. As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them.
A low growl vibrated in his throat.
“I’m sorry, Luca. I didn’t mean to imply you aren’t up for the task. I know I’m a giant pain in the ass.” I reached over and touched his arm. Muscles, tense like cord wood, relaxed. Not a single vibe or image came from him. He was like a blank slate. It was wonderful.
“Do not apologize. I don’t like the thought of anyone harming you.” His soft lips tenderly raked across my knuckles.
Arousal spiked into me. I could turn the car around and . . . what? Seduce him? As tempting as that was, I needed to keep some small semblance of normalcy in my life.
We arrived at the neighborhood sports center where the team practiced and all our home game bouts took place.
“You don’t have to come in.” I didn’t want to put up with the inevitable questions and the teasing comments. Not to mention, his proximity would be a total distraction.
“Why not?” he asked with a lopsided grin. “Embarrassed by me?”
“Yes. Look how you’re dressed.”
He looked damn hot, but a slacks and a designer button-down shirt were a bit overdressed for the roller derby crowd.
“No problem.” He snapped his fingers and his clothes changed. In place of the formal duds, he sported jeans, a battered leather jacket, biker boots, and a dark T-shirt.
My jaw hung open. “What the hell? Are you a wizard now, too?”
“No. It’s part of my personal magic.”
I leaned forward and stared into his face. All these weeks together and clearly I didn’t know shit about him. “What are you anyway?”
He opened his mouth to answer. Then I caught a glimpse of his shirt.
“Tell me you’re not wearing that T-shirt.”
“Whatever do you mean?” He shrugged, then motioned to the logo.— Humans: the Other White Meat . “It’s funny.”
“You can’t wear that in public!”
“Why ever not? You complained that my Armani is not appropriate.”
“You know why not.” Because it was too close to the truth for my liking. “Change it or I’ll shave off your eyebrows in your sleep.”
Luca’s eyes narrowed. “As you wish. Your lame threat doesn’t impress me. But, do keep in mind that if I catch you in my bedroom, you’ll find me very much awake and not in the mood for pranks.”
Oh. Man. He turned me on. I already knew what kind of feast for the eyes he was since I’d seen him half-dressed in my kitchen. The thought of how the rest of him looked set my skin ablaze. And the memory of his long tapered fingers and those strong capable hands as they soothed my pain sent shudders through me especially when I imagined what they could do for pleasure.
Laughter peeled across the parking lot. Car doors slammed.
Right. Back to reality. “Forget it. Just try not to freak anyone out.”
“I do know how to behave around humans.” He gave me a broad reassuring grin, then slid his glasses on.
“Do you have to wear those?”
He stiffened. “Why? Do they offend you?”
“No.” I touched the top of his hand. “I like to look at your eyes.”
The smile returned. Only this time, more wolf-like. “I will keep them off then. If we get called, they have to go back on.”
“Of course. No scaring the masses.”
“Exactly.” He leaned forward and cupped my face in his hands. “I am happy to please you.”
Jesus. Mary. And Josephine. Every part of me throbbed with need. Every stitch of clothing rubbed my body the wrong way, in an ever-tightening circle of desire.
He rubbed his thumb across my lips. “I know you want me.”
Damn skippy I did. Panic surged through me. I fumbled for the car door latch and pushed the door open. “I’m sorry, Luca.” Really, really sorry.
He gave me a knowing smile. “Later then.”
Nerves jangled, I headed toward
“Yes,” Luca ground out as I swerved around a sharp corner at top speed.
“You can’t protect me from everything, you know?” I joked. As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them.
A low growl vibrated in his throat.
“I’m sorry, Luca. I didn’t mean to imply you aren’t up for the task. I know I’m a giant pain in the ass.” I reached over and touched his arm. Muscles, tense like cord wood, relaxed. Not a single vibe or image came from him. He was like a blank slate. It was wonderful.
“Do not apologize. I don’t like the thought of anyone harming you.” His soft lips tenderly raked across my knuckles.
Arousal spiked into me. I could turn the car around and . . . what? Seduce him? As tempting as that was, I needed to keep some small semblance of normalcy in my life.
We arrived at the neighborhood sports center where the team practiced and all our home game bouts took place.
“You don’t have to come in.” I didn’t want to put up with the inevitable questions and the teasing comments. Not to mention, his proximity would be a total distraction.
“Why not?” he asked with a lopsided grin. “Embarrassed by me?”
“Yes. Look how you’re dressed.”
He looked damn hot, but a slacks and a designer button-down shirt were a bit overdressed for the roller derby crowd.
“No problem.” He snapped his fingers and his clothes changed. In place of the formal duds, he sported jeans, a battered leather jacket, biker boots, and a dark T-shirt.
My jaw hung open. “What the hell? Are you a wizard now, too?”
“No. It’s part of my personal magic.”
I leaned forward and stared into his face. All these weeks together and clearly I didn’t know shit about him. “What are you anyway?”
He opened his mouth to answer. Then I caught a glimpse of his shirt.
“Tell me you’re not wearing that T-shirt.”
“Whatever do you mean?” He shrugged, then motioned to the logo.— Humans: the Other White Meat . “It’s funny.”
“You can’t wear that in public!”
“Why ever not? You complained that my Armani is not appropriate.”
“You know why not.” Because it was too close to the truth for my liking. “Change it or I’ll shave off your eyebrows in your sleep.”
Luca’s eyes narrowed. “As you wish. Your lame threat doesn’t impress me. But, do keep in mind that if I catch you in my bedroom, you’ll find me very much awake and not in the mood for pranks.”
Oh. Man. He turned me on. I already knew what kind of feast for the eyes he was since I’d seen him half-dressed in my kitchen. The thought of how the rest of him looked set my skin ablaze. And the memory of his long tapered fingers and those strong capable hands as they soothed my pain sent shudders through me especially when I imagined what they could do for pleasure.
Laughter peeled across the parking lot. Car doors slammed.
Right. Back to reality. “Forget it. Just try not to freak anyone out.”
“I do know how to behave around humans.” He gave me a broad reassuring grin, then slid his glasses on.
“Do you have to wear those?”
He stiffened. “Why? Do they offend you?”
“No.” I touched the top of his hand. “I like to look at your eyes.”
The smile returned. Only this time, more wolf-like. “I will keep them off then. If we get called, they have to go back on.”
“Of course. No scaring the masses.”
“Exactly.” He leaned forward and cupped my face in his hands. “I am happy to please you.”
Jesus. Mary. And Josephine. Every part of me throbbed with need. Every stitch of clothing rubbed my body the wrong way, in an ever-tightening circle of desire.
He rubbed his thumb across my lips. “I know you want me.”
Damn skippy I did. Panic surged through me. I fumbled for the car door latch and pushed the door open. “I’m sorry, Luca.” Really, really sorry.
He gave me a knowing smile. “Later then.”
Nerves jangled, I headed toward
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