Free To Catch a Wolf (BBW Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Lynn Red Page B

liaison. I was just the same me I’d always been – that he apparently fell in love with.
    His footsteps coming down the hall sent a jolt up my back. I looked over at the clock again, and barely a minute had passed since I first heard his bike outside. In two or three hours, this whole place was going to be buzzing with activity.
    Today was the day that they decided to reconvene to discuss the options about the ex-alpha’s return, and judging from the look on Erik’s face, he wasn’t very excited about the meeting.
    “Didn’t expect to see you,” he said, walking in behind me. “What happened that made you stay?”
    “You did,” I said, turning on a heel and facing the man I’d wanted to see since the night before the long weekend, when it all blew up. “You made me stay, even though you tried your best to get me to leave.”
    Somehow though, now that I was facing him, I felt a pang in my stomach, like I’d been starving and then plopped down in front of a pizza buffet.
    It was too much, way too much, all at once.
    Eyeing me cautiously, Erik circled my desk. “What’s all this?”
    “The pictures?” I asked. “Just people from home. Actually, looking at them made me want to stay. I don’t want to go back to that world. I like this one just fine.”
    “Ah,” he said, narrowing his eyes in thought. “I meant the papers, but...”
    “Oh, these old ledgers? I broke into the town’s bank records and fished them up. Figure if everyone already thinks I’m a crook that I may as well put some of my less well-known skills to work.”
    Erik grinned. “You’re a computer criminal? Who would ever have guessed?”
    “Actually,” I said, “my old hobby is putting stupid passwords into computers until things open up. Maybe a good idea to change the town’s e-banking account password to something other than ‘password’? You know that, like, everyone does that, right?”
    “I, uh, I didn’t set that.” Erik laughed nervously. “Must’ve been Duggan. Anyway,” he said changing the subject quickly. “What’s the point of all this? What are you trying to find?”
    Grabbing a handful of papers, I turned back around, and gasped when I felt a hand on my back and then smelled the vague spice of day-old cologne mixed with Erik’s naturally rough, hard, leather aroma. I let out a little breath, and he pulled me close, driving my lips apart with his and swirling his tongue against mine.
    “I needed this so badly,” he groaned, tasting me. “You have no idea.”
    Another kiss, harder, more eager than the first, and then Erik pushed under my shirt. As Erik’s rough fingertips made a slow track up my back, my nipples pricked to life, excited by the promise of his hands on my bare skin.
    “Wait a minute,” I breathed. “Erik, no, we can’t do this. We’ve got to—”
    “We’re not going to do anything at all if I can’t concentrate.”
    The hands on my back pushed my shirt up until it was bunched under my breasts. He was tugging, pulling, and all the while, kissing my neck. Erik’s hard stubble brushing my skin sent little charges down my stomach and between my legs.
    “What about the addiction thing?” I asked. I tried to concentrate on my knees not buckling as one of his hands danced down my front. He cupped his palm under my sex, massaging me through my khakis. “You can’t keep away from me and that’s what you’re scared about right? That you’re hooked on me or... or... oh God Erik, that feels so good.”
    The pulses of his fingers against me were quickly becoming too much. Taking a breath, I moved backwards until I felt my desk against my ass and let it take some of my weight.
    “I don’t care,” he said, pulling my shirt over my head and ripping his open.
    Buttons clattered to the floor and before I knew it, his heat was against my chest, his thickness between my legs, pulsing against my sweetest parts.
    “Nothing matters,” he said. “Fuck the town, to hell with everything else.