Ariella didn’t know whether to scream or cry after Brock finished his confession. Mostly, she felt confused. The big, gorgeous dummy was scared from some teenage incident she’d rather not think about, and that was why he’d been avoiding her.
“So, when I announced my virginity the other night. It probably didn’t help with your insecurities, huh?” she asked, and worried her lower lip.
“Actually, that might’ve pushed my Dire Wolf over the edge. My animal is chomping at the bit, dying to claim you before anyone else gets any ideas. Knowing I will be your only lover is driving him insane.”
“I see. Possessive much?” she asked as he slowly sat up with her, his hands caressing her bare hips.
Dang it.
She hadn’t noticed their positions until now. Her dress was up around her waist, revealing more of her than she’d have liked. Heat flamed her face, but before she could wiggle away, Brock was there kissing her shoulder, then her neck, her cheeks next, and her mouth last.