Free What This Wolf Wants by Jennifer Dellerman Page B

bandages, but I will be poking and prodding. Let me know if I hurt you.” She thought standing behind him would be better. Call her a chicken, but that way she wouldn’t have to look in his eyes or feel the weight of his stare as she touched him. Boy was she wrong.
    Her arms wrapped around him, bringing her into closer contact with his body. While her fingers pressed carefully over his ribs to assess the damage, her lips were so close to his back that if she stuck out her tongue she’d be able to taste him. And despite all her mental warnings, she really wanted to taste him.
    Abruptly she stood back. “You’re a fast healer, even for a shifter.” She blurted, hoping he didn’t hear how ragged her breathing was. “Couple more days and I think you’ll be good as new.” Another grunt or growl, she wasn’t certain, was the happy response.
    She really needed to get her libido under control, especially since the most intimate part of this checkup was at hand. She flapped the hem of her shirt, needing some air to combat the growing heat of her body. At the same time she flipped a chair around and sat near the edge.
    When he shot her an undecipherable look over his shoulder she waved him over. “Let’s have a look.”
    Zan obliged, to the extent that he came way to close and turned sideways. With him standing it put his hip right at her eye-level. Perfect for checking his wound, not so perfect for her heart. The organ began to pick up speed the second his legs brushed past her knees. Her traitorous eyes shifted from his hip to the unmistakable, and unapologetic, tent in the front of his sweatpants. And it was growing.
    She had to wipe suddenly damp palms on her thighs before reaching the waistband of his. When her fingers touched his flesh he let out a harsh sound. “Did I hurt you?” She craned her neck to see his upturned face and closed eyes.
    “Only in the best possible way.”
    Her fingers flexed and she took two deep breaths before cautiously edging down the material. As she did, it pulled tighter and lower across his erection. While he didn’t pop free—she told herself she wasn’t disappointed—a thick mat of dark hair began to reveal itself and she nearly passed out. The man wasn’t wearing any underwear.
    Another one of those long liquid pulls came and she felt damp and swollen between her legs. She’d close them to ward off the need, but Zan’s legs were in the way. And with him being a shifter, there was no way to hide the scent of her arousal from him. He could smell it a mile away.
    She took another deep breath and tried to concentrate on the task at hand.
    Clinical, clinical, clinical.
    “Hold this down.” she ordered, referring to his pants.
    “You know,” the husky timbre of his voice made her look up, and she gulped. He knew what his nearness did to her and by the heat that blazed in his eyes, he was doing it on purpose. Tricksy wolf. “You could just pull my pants down lower.”
    A ringing began in her ears. The blood in her veins moving at ludicrous speed no doubt. As much as she wanted to yank his pants off, the sight of that bad boy springing to full attention might be the death of her.
    “We’ve already had that discussion, Zan.” She referred to her less than friendly quip yesterday about using his pants to strangle him. “Just hold the material. Please.”
    Once again Zan complied, stretching his pants wide, and a little too low for her comfort. Doing her best to ignore the extra flesh bared to her thirsty sight, Jackie used a nail to pry the tape around the bandage and partially pull it off. When she saw his wound she straightened, a frown marring her face. There were no raw edges. No odd smell. No infection. In fact…
    She glared up at Zan. “This wound looks a week old.” He didn’t even have the grace to look ashamed. No, the louse just let out a smooth chuckle. “I know, but how else was I going to get you to come here?”
    Her grip tightened on the bandage and with a