by Mason, Marie
He was blatantly male, strong, self-confident, determined, and even a bit arrogant. What male shifter wasn’t?
Quinn interested her, excited her. But would she want something he didn’t?
Deb had hinted that Quinn was looking for a serious relationship, but Paige knew shifters mated. And they knew who their mate was as soon as they met them, or smelled them. They didn’t ‘settle down’. Quinn had given no indication that Paige was his true mate. If he had, wouldn’t he have slung her over his shoulder and carried her to the nearest bed?
But oh, how would it feel to be this man’s chosen mate? She sighed dramatically and his eyebrow arched. To prevent another slip, she grabbed a roll and lathered it with butter. Might as well make the most of the meal.
After she popped the piece of bread in her mouth, he took her hand and licked her fingers where a small amount of butter had fallen.
“Honey butter. My favorite.”
If someone were to have asked her how she felt in that very moment, she would have described the sensations as arrows of heat striking her womb and setting it on fire.
No, apparently she wasn’t Quinn’s destined mate, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy him while he searched. It was time to learn to be…if not bad, maybe a little naughty. Her insides tingled at the look in his eyes as he licked away the butter. Or a lot naughty.