He leans forward to press the button, but instead of hitting my floor, he taps the 28. “Are we going for a ride?” I ask him, my lips pulling higher. “You are.” The doors shut, and he turns on me with this masculine power that draws me towards him in curiosity and need. He’s my wolf. And instead of biting me, he kisses my lips passionately, our bodies igniting as soon as they connect.
OMFG
