Racing Home (Dirt Track Dogs Book 3) (Paranormal Wolf-Shifter Romance) by P. Jameson Read Free Book Online Page B

and how near she was to it. Opening his lips, he waited for her to slide the fork in before he closed around the delicious morsel.
    Her eyes lowered to his mouth, watching as she slowly pulled the fork free. She was riveted as he worked the bite to swallow past the lump in his throat. Her teeth came down on her full bottom lip seeming to hold something back.
    Her shy gaze fluttered back to his, but something in the air caught his attention. Something unique and beautiful and completely unbelievable. But it couldn’t be. No female had ever smelled that way around him. None except Ella, but that had been a result of her heat, and not anything he was remotely attracted to.
    He… he must be mistaken.
    But the scent of her filled the room sending a jolt to his cock. It was the absolute sweetest smell he’d ever encountered, but dear god, if he never smelled it again it would be too soon. Because how could he keep resisting her, knowing she was aroused. The mere idea felt sacrilegious. An impossibility.
    “What do you think?” she asked quietly, as if his answer could destroy her.
    Was… was he misreading her? Did it even matter if he was? If he got it wrong, and thought for a small moment that she desired a ruined man, would it change anything? He’d still hold back. He’d still keep away.
    “Delicious.” His reply was husky, silky with his desire and retreating anger.
    She grinned, her whole face filling with joy. “Really?” she whispered.
    All he could do was nod.
    He was hers. She couldn’t be his, but goddamn it, he was hers. From this day forward in the depths of his heart he belonged to only her. Forever. The thought calmed him.
    And he was sticking around until the Ouachita crew was finished. He wasn’t giving the human—or anyone else for that matter—a chance to get close to her.
    Not yet. Not quite yet.

Chapter Six
     
    Annie finished chopping the pepper and dumped it into the cast iron pot. She added the meat to start browning while she chopped the onion.
    Blister had stayed all day, moving back and forth between the kitchen and outside. Why he stuck around, she wasn’t sure, but she thought it might have something to do with the cheesecake foodgasm she’d had when he first got here.
    She blushed again just thinking about it. But she loved food, what could she say. Sometimes she vocalized it. So what.
    He entered the kitchen through the back and even though she wasn’t looking, she knew it was him by how quietly he moved.
    She smiled to herself. “Hey. How’s it looking out there?”
    “Good,” he said.
    She shook her head. He was a man of few words.
    “You want to help me?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder.
    Crap. What a mistake. He was the picture of sexy hotness with his hair disheveled and his black t-shirt stuck to his fine muscles.
    “What do you need?” He walked behind the bar, taking all the extra space.
    It was fine. Maybe he’d accidently touch her. She’d given him as many subliminal messages as she could but it wasn’t working. Apparently her flirting skills were nil.
    “Know how to cut an onion?”
    “I can manage. Let me wash my hands.”
    Annie stirred the meat, peeking at him from the corner of her eye. His strong back muscles worked as he lathered his hands. Dear lord, she had to stop ogling him. He wasn’t a piece of meat, he was a person. One who wasn’t interested in her the way she was him. She needed to respect his boundaries.
    Dragging her eyes away, she started pulling spices out of the cabinet. Chili powder, cumin, cinnamon.
    Blister dried his hands and took up station beside her. Carefully, he chopped the onion into fine cubes.
    “This good?” his voice was so soft she hardly recognized it. He seemed lost in his task. Like he’d forgotten to be harsh.
    “Perfect,” she murmured.
    She added the spices, and pulled a bottle of beer from the fridge, popping the cap and pouring half of it into the pot before taking a drink.
    “Where do you want