Sharon's Wolves (Wolf Masters Book 10) by Becca Jameson Read Free Book Online

wasn’t going to share.
    Ever.
    As Sharon hobbled toward the couch using one of the crutches, he followed behind her, admiring her fine ass for the second time this week. She’d walked away from him yesterday with that tight muscle swishing, and here he was trying to swallow around his dry mouth again tonight.
    She had on another dress tonight, probably because it was easier than trying to pull jeans or pants over her injured leg. This dress was sexier than the last one. Black. Tiny. Tight. The material looked soft and comfortable, and it hugged her to perfection. So very fucking sexy that she had to know what it did to a man.
    And she had to have worn it on purpose.
    Maybe first base wasn’t a pipe dream…
    But first things first.
    She tugged the hem at her thighs as she settled on the couch and twisted slightly to face him.
    He lowered himself next to her, leaving a reasonable first-date space between them. For now.
    They’d exchanged all the necessary pleasantries about jobs and family during dinner. All of which was completely redundant since Jazmine had told him everything about her and apparently vice versa. But they’d gone through the motions.
    It was time to get serious. He could wait for the second date or the third or fourth or fifth, but why put off the inevitable? It would only make things worse if he grew attached to her and then had to walk away.
    Clearing his throat, he gathered courage. “So my sister tells me your brothers all live unique lifestyles.”
    She smiled slowly. “They do…”
    She was going to make this hard. “That’s kind of unusual, isn’t it? All of them?”
    “I suppose it would look that way to most people.” She twisted farther, bending her knee and settling her bad leg on the couch. She leaned her elbow on the back cushion and tipped her face into her palm. And gave him nothing else.
    Damn. “And you?”
    “What about me?”
    “Do you, uh, have the desire to live with two other people?” There. He said it. It was succinct.
    She paused, licking her lips. “I’m my own person.”
    What did that mean? This wasn’t going well. And to make matters worse, she lifted her head to run her hand through her hair. The dark locks fell in waves over her shoulder, enticing him to lean forward, grab a handful, and bury his face in the thick softness until he memorized the scent of her shampoo. Torture.
    “Are you worried about me wanting to be with two men?”
    He blew out the breath he’d been holding. “Yes.”
    “Well, don’t be. That’s not in the cards for me.”
    He watched her face. She seemed to speak in riddles. But she also looked sincere. He had no choice but to take her word for it. And he couldn’t go another moment without tasting her.
    Leaning forward slowly, he set his hand on her shoulder. “May I kiss you?” As he glanced back and forth between her gorgeous dark eyes, she smiled.
    “Please.”
    He lowered his lips, closing the distance until their mouths touched. In an instant, the temperature in the room went up ten degrees. Fireworks went off in his head. The connection was unbelievable.
    People said when you met the one, you knew.
    For the first time in his life, as he slipped his tongue into Sharon’s mouth and fully tasted her, he thought maybe people were right.
    This woman was the one.

Chapter Eight
    Sharon closed her eyes and sank into the best kiss she’d ever had. It was worth the wait. Jackson held her shoulders with both hands, his fingers digging into her almost too tightly. But she loved it. It grounded her, seemingly keeping her from floating away as he angled his head to one side and deepened the connection.
    Her body was on fire. Her nipples strained against the black lace bra she wore under her tight-fitting black dress. Her panties were wet from the constant arousal she’d experienced since he arrived. Who was she kidding? She’d been aroused by the thought of him before he’d arrived. And now she was forced to squirm as her clit