Free Downpour (Alpha Love - A Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance Book 1) by Olivia Stephens

Sofie a few moments to realize that he’s talking about her soaking shirt.
     
    “Well, as much as I would love nothing better than to walk down the street in nothing but my underwear, I don’t think that would go down too well with the good people of Beaumont.” Sofie feels her sass coming back, and she’s relieved that finally she’s not so tongue-tied around this gorgeous man.
     
    “You’d be surprised. I think it would go down very well with at least half the good people of Beaumont.” He smiles and although he’s looking at her face, Sofie can’t help but feel that he’s undressing her with those amazing eyes of his. “But that wasn’t what I had in mind. I’ve probably got something in the back you can wear.” He gestures for her to follow him, as he heads to the far side of the store.
     
    While his back is turned, Sofie uses the time to inspect him. The man really is delicious , she thinks. His jeans hug him in all the right places, and his t shirt highlights the strong muscles in his back. He walks with a loping gait, hinting at his athletic body. He has a habit of pushing his blonde hair out of his eyes that makes Sofie want to reach out and do it for him. He was completely the opposite of the kind of guy she would normally be attracted to. She had always been more into the preppy-type, lawyers, accountants, doctors, men that her parents would have approved of. But after everything that had happened and the financial mess that they’d left behind them, perhaps it was time to stop worrying about what they would want from her.
     
    “Penny for your thoughts.” Ashton doesn’t even turn around, and she wonders if this guy has some kind of sixth sense.
     
    “I don’t think they’re worth that much.” Sofie laughs lightly, shaking off the thought of her parents, which inevitably brings her down every time.
     
    They’ve walked through the shop to a workshop at the back of the store and Ashton retrieves a shirt from the workbench. As he passes it to her, their hands touch. The contact sends a jolt through Sofie, as if electricity hit her. From the look on Ashton’s face, he felt something too, and for a few moments, they both just stare at each other, breathing heavily, heat passing between them.
     
    “Go ahead and put it on.” He turns his back but doesn’t leave the room.
     
    Sofie is shivering from the cold, and she wonders if—between getting drenched yesterday and soaked again today—she was getting sick. She turns around but is still acutely aware of Ashton behind her. She pulls off the t-shirt that’s stuck to her body like glue and puts on the denim shirt he’s given her. It’s about ten sizes too big for her and clearly one of his. She inhales the scent of him that clings to the shirt and feels her stomach do that somersault thing that only seems to happen when he’s near.
     
    “You can turn around now,” she tells him, as she pulls her wet hair up into a high bun on her head.
     
    “It looks good on you.” Ashton looks her over appreciatively, making Sofie feel like she’s wearing something far more revealing than an oversized denim shirt.
     
    “I doubt that, but it’s dry. Thanks.” Sofie locks eyes with Ashton, and she gets the same feeling that she did when she first saw him. It’s like the rest of the world stops, disappears, falls away, and all she can see is him. That lazy smile of his is back, and Sofie finds herself wondering what it would be like to kiss those lips, to have those lips on her, on her neck, on her breasts, on her pussy. She blinks a couple of times to bring herself back to the present moment, spinning around so she’s no longer facing him and trying to hide how red she must be turning. “What are those?” she asks, trying to deflect the attention from her own embarrassment. However, as she looks at the pieces, she feels herself drawn towards them.
     
    “Totem poles,” he says in a hoarse voice, as if he too is being pulled back from