The Wild Wolf Pup (Zoe's Rescue Zoo #9)(119)

“Does that mean you’re taking a break?” I reply, watching as his fingers play with the first button of my shirt.

“Yeah,” he nods, dropping his fingers from my shirt and meeting my gaze again. His tongue slips out and wets his lower lip before both lift into a smirk. “Need a fix of my girl.”

The way he looks at me has the butterflies that have been dormant over the last few days taking flight, their wings flutter around inside me causing me to hang on his every word.

“What did you have in mind?”

“I need time away from this shit sitting on my shoulders,” he explains pulling me off the floor as he leans back against the couch and drags me onto his lap. Cradling my face with his hands, he runs the tip of his nose down the bridge of mine and stares into my eyes. “I need to be with you, had nothing specific in mind, whatever you want to do, we’ll do. I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go, girl.”

“Anything?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“I know that look, girl,” he sighs, pulling back, leaning his head against the pillows as I straddle his lap. “So damn pretty,” he hisses, shaking his head. “Yeah, anything you want,” he agrees finally.

I push the hair from his face and dip my head to press my lips against his. The groan that instantly escapes his mouth excites me and has me grinding my hips against him as his hands slide into the back pockets of my jeans and he arches off the couch and I feel his thick erection beneath me.

“Later,” I promise, taking his lower lip between my teeth. “All night,” I state, releasing his lip and untangling his hands from around me. I climb off his lap and give him one last glance, watching as he palms the bulge in his jeans and hangs his head miserably. He’s so fucking hot when he’s horny.

“Hurry up,” he grunts as I head for the stairs.

Ten minutes later I’m dressed in a pair of Victoria’s Secrets Pink yoga pants and a hoodie with a zipper up the front. I come bounding down the steps and Blackie is sitting on the couch where I left him, flipping through my textbook.

He lifts his head and narrows his eyes as he takes in my casual appearance.

“Keys,” I say, holding out my hand as I smile at him. He pushes off the couch and walks toward me, digging into his pocket and producing his key ring. I go to snatch them from his hand but he pulls back, wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me against him. His breath is hot on my ear, his scent intoxicating making me question why we’re even leaving the house.

“What you up to girl?”

“You’ll see,” I murmur, rising on my tip toes to grab the keys. He swats my ass playfully and follows me out the door. Once we’re in the car, he reclines the passenger seat back and keeps his eyes on me. I don’t need to turn around to know he’s smiling, I feel it down in my bones, deep inside my soul. It’s the smile that makes everything right, the smile that erases the doom that’s headed straight for us. It’s the smile I want to hang on tight to and never let go.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

I want to believe they are the words of my maker but they are our truth. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring for us, I don’t know what Blackie has been spending day and night planning. I probably won’t know until it’s over but whatever it is, it’s dark and ugly, cold and uninviting.

“Stop that,” he says softly, reaching over the console and cupping my knee. I tear my eyes away from the road and look at him from the corner of my eye.

“What?” I ask innocently, my voice cracking slightly.

“You got that look on your pretty face you get when your mind is working you over,” he says, with a shake of his head. “It’s just you and me tonight, girl. The rest of the world doesn’t exist. Tonight we’re just Lacey and Dominic,” he says with a wink and an affectionate squeeze of my knee.

I love that so hard. There aren’t many times I get the man and not the knight but when I do, well, those moments are everything. They’re the moments we’re two ordinary people in love. There is no club, no illness or addictions, just a girl and a man who love one another despite everything weighing them down.

With no more thought to the storm heading our way I pull up to our destination and kill the engine on the truck. Blackie’s eyes lazily glance out the window at the tattoo parlor and I reach for my phone, snapping a photo to capture the smirk on his face with every intention to stare at the photo when I’m lonely and he’s off riding.

“You finally going to tattoo my name to that ass of yours?” He asks slyly as I turn the camera around and lean in close to him and snap a selfie.

“You’d love that wouldn’t you,” I reply, snapping another photo, this time my tongue sneaks out the corner of my mouth and touches his cheek.

The next selfie is snapped as he pushes my hair away from my face and presses his lips to my cheek. Next, he grabs my face and the phone slips from my hand as his mouth crashes against mine and his tongue works its way into my mouth and over mine. I could easily get lost in the kiss just as easy as I can get lost in his scent or the way his body feels next to mine. The moan escapes my lips and melts against his as he slowly breaks the kiss and swipes his thumb over my lower lip.

“Girl,” he whispers.

“Don’t even try to talk me out of it,” I warn.

“Fuck that, never,” he laughs, dropping his finger from my mouth. “Nothing sexier than having my name on you,” he says, reaching for the door handle.