With a little help, maybe. But he’d secured me from the pack, had led me--Okay, that part’s debatable, but you get the drift--he had me alone now. I’m sure he considered the whole fast fuck thing again. I know I did. Could see it happening, right there, with my eyes open. His nostrils twitched. And a sexy little smirk appeared on his lips. He lifted his eyebrows and said, “Maybe I’m waiting for you to beg.” “Ha!” I turned my back. That had almost been a slap in the face. Felt like it at first. And it wasn’t what I expected. It made me mull over the words, his expression. And he waited on me to catch up, respond. He wasn’t some brainless twit running on base urges. Well, he might have been running on base urges, but he had a sense of humor, I could see that. And he wasn’t pouncing me like an animal. Not that I necessarily would have had a problem with that. But, apparently, he thought I’d taken it too seriously, was considering it too long.
