Wet, from the shower, his body sated for the moment, an arm loosely draped around a drowsy she-wolf, Sheng pondered the madness.
What happened?
He'd come over with the intention of telling Gina to keep her nose out of his business. Instead, he'd had sex with her, three times without protection. Worse than that? A part of him didn't panic at the possibility she might have gotten pregnant. Nope, his cat rumbled in satisfaction at the idea of kittens, and he couldn't say he hated the idea either.
But with Gina? Crass mouthed. Scantily dressed. Always provoking him. Super sexy temptress. Oh damn it all to hell and back. He pressed his arm over his eyes as if that would hide the inevitable truth. Yeah, that didn't happen. Gina was his freakn' mate.