But here was not the right place, despite the hardness of his cock in his pants and the overwhelming desire to take her by the hand, drag her round the corner, and take her up against the wall. In public. In daylight. She would never forgive him. Or would she? No. That would be wrong; he had to be strong for both their sakes. “What time do you finish work?” he asked, stepping back from her, feeling the pull of that invisible thread as it stretched out between them. “Four,” she said, her voice husky, filled with emotion and longing. Her she-wolf was there in her eyes; he had to bring her to her senses. “Then I’ll be waiting here for you.” He looked to where an interested Trudy was ignoring a customer to spy on them. He hoped it was because she cared. He lowered his voice. “Does your friend know about you?” “What about me?” she asked still dazed. “You know. The other side of you. When you let your hair down, does she know how wild you become?” To him that was subtle, but Natalie just burst out laughing.
