"They're for eating, not for underwear," I emphasized. Our gazes met, our hearts beat in unison, our chests almost touching. One more step, and her sharp peaks would brush my bare chest.
"I disagree," she said lifelessly. She did not attempt to brush the strand of hair from my hand.
"Are you always this irritable, or did you just get out of bed? If I were your mate, I'd kiss you until you were speechless." The desire to touch her smooth face was genuine; my gaze was fixed on her slightly parted lips. Their taste was forever imprinted in my memory.
Would she push me away if I claimed them right here and silenced her?
But something had changed in her demeanor; the impudence had suddenly vanished.
"I'm glad you didn't do that, Alpha. You have someone to practice kissing with." This time, she pulled away, and I felt a wave of disappointment wash over her. A strand of her hair slipped from my hand, and the loss of touch left a throbbing pain in my heart.
Did she want me to kiss her?
