“Yeah, that’s the best part of it.” Amelia had no idea what else to say to him.
This was only the second time she’d been alone with him. She wasn’t used to being alone with a man she found so damn attractive. Her hormones were not very helpful. She couldn’t resist taking quick glances toward Wolfe.
What would it feel like to be naked with him? To run in the forest?To feel his body against hers? How would he feel driving inside her?
She saw her apartment up ahead and knew she wasn’t going to get to find out those answers quite yet, if at all.
“This is me,” she said.
“Yeah, it is.”
His voice rolled down her spine.
What would his lips feel like?
“Er, would you like to come back in for some coffee?” she asked.
It was odd that she didn’t want him to leave, like ever.
Wolfe looked at her apartment, then at his bike, and nodded. “Yeah, I’ll come in for some coffee.” He parked his bike and followed her toward her apartment.
The second time in less than a week, she had one of the Poison Wolves MC at her place, and it wasn’t to remove her from the pack. Not that it ever happened. No. Alpha had been to visit her a couple of times, warning her that the pack might be pissed with what she had done.
Alpha had once offered to bring her back to the main clubhouse so the boys could keep an eye on her. She declined.
The pack would be pissed at her, but she doubted anyone wouldlay a hand on her. They hadn’t. Her isolation had only increased. She was a lone person anyway. Never one to make friends easily.
Once inside her apartment, she hung her bag and jacket up, thenmade her way into the kitchen to serve them both a coffee.
Wolfe followed her into the small room, his presence seeming to fill the room even more. The scent of him was driving her wild.
She closed her eyes, leaning over the two mugs of steaming coffee,hoping to inhale a different scent that would remove all this pent-up need.
Amelia had never been the kind of person to succumb to the needs of her pussy.That was why she was still a virgin. Her needs could be met by herself and her wild imagination. Always herself.
Clenching her hands into fists, she counted inher head, constantly repeating it, and then she turned to Wolfe. He was even sexier up close, which so wasn’t fair.
“Coffee?” she asked.
“I’d love some.”
His tongue peeked out as he spoke, and then, another of her fantasies came crashing through her mind.
Him, on his knees, licking at her pussy.
What the hell was wrong with her?
Chapter Five
Wolfe smelled how desperate she was. The scent surrounded her like a second skin, and he had to admit how intoxicating it was.
Amelia was aroused.The shirt she wore did nothing to hide her erect nipples. The scent of coffee couldn’t mask the need coming from between her thighs.
She wanted him. He knew it.
Just as he wanted her. He couldn’t help but lick his lips as he stared at her. Those lips, that body, he wanted her.
Going to the Poison Bar wasn’t for the beer, or to see Val. No, it was for his chance to watch Amelia, closely. To see the sway of her luscious hips as she moved. He couldn’t believe one of the men hadn’t snatched her up. Sure, she had a few … problems. The main one being a social pariah to the pack, but for that body, any man could overlook her social life and just lose himself in all of her softness.