up at him. "So how did you know to
find me here? Are you like some freaky stalker?"
Wren grinned at that. Honestly, the animal in him could track her with ease anywhere on
this planet. She had a unique scent of woman and tea rose laced with the Finesse shampoo
that she used. But it would probably scare her to know that she could never hide from him.
"Your schedule was in your backpack. I looked at it before I returned it to you
yesterday."
She offered him a shy smile that made him harden before she bent her head down to
smell the roses he'd brought for her. He reached out to touch her.
"Who's your friend, Margeaux?"
Wren withdrew his hand instantly as he recognized one of the women who had gone to
the bar with Maggie on the night they'd met.
Marguerite turned to see Whitney behind her, eyeing Wren speculatively. "Whitney,
meet Wren."
Whitney looked confused by that. "Wren? The grubby busboy who had Blaine
arrested?"
Marguerite was quick to defend Wren. "Blaine started the fight."
She doubted Whitney heard her, since she was eyeing Wren like a hungry tigress who
had spotted a pork chop on a plate. The only problem was that the pork chop belonged to
Marguerite, who had no intention of sharing him with anyone.
She tucked her hand into the crook of his arm and pulled him away. "Wren and I have a
date. We'll see you later."
Wren leaned down and did that warm, wonderful action of gently nuzzling her cheek
before he covered her hand with his and led her toward the exit.
Wren still didn't really understand why he'd sought out Maggie. Humans had never held
any real interest for him in the past As a Katagari male, he shouldn't be so attracted to her.
At least not anything more than physically.
And yet she fascinated him as she drove him to her small cottage by the zoo. All he
wanted was to curl up in her lap and purr. Something that didn't make sense, since what he
normally wanted was to rip the arm off anyone dumb enough to come near him.
She kept glancing over at him and gifting him with the sweetest little shy smile that he'd
ever seen on a woman's face. But even worse on his self-restraint was the desire he felt
from her. She was as hungry for him as he was for her, and it was making him feral.
The cat in him wanted to snarl and to stalk.
More than that, it wanted to mate.
By the time she pulled into her driveway, his entire body was throbbing. Alert.
And it wanted her with a ferocity that scared the shit out of him. There was no way he
could leave her until he had tasted her.
Marguerite opened her car door and got out. Wren was there on her side of the car
before she'd even had a chance to pull her book bag out.
"I'll carry it," he said quietly.
He'd moved so fast that it was practically inhuman…
Nodding, she reached in to get her flowers and chocolate to carry them into her house.
Wren followed her to the stoop, then stood back while she unlocked her door and let them
in.
She went to set the flowers down on her end table. Before she could even straighten
up, he was behind her. He buried his face into her hair and inhaled deeply as if he were
savoring her. She'd never felt anything like it. She could feel his entire length against her
back. Marguerite actually shivered at the sensualness of that action.
She found herself leaning back against him as his arms came around her to hold her
close. In this position, she could feel his erection plainly against her hip. Wren was a large
man, powerful.
"You smell good enough to eat," he whispered against her ear.
Marguerite couldn't answer, as her entire body burned from his presence. She laid her
hands against his forearms and traced the jungle scene tattoo of a white tiger lurking in tall
grass that ran the length of Wren's left one. There was so much strength and power in his
arms that it made her feel weak. Trembling. She'd never known any man to make her feel
like this.
He turned her in his arms so that she was
find me here? Are you like some freaky stalker?"
Wren grinned at that. Honestly, the animal in him could track her with ease anywhere on
this planet. She had a unique scent of woman and tea rose laced with the Finesse shampoo
that she used. But it would probably scare her to know that she could never hide from him.
"Your schedule was in your backpack. I looked at it before I returned it to you
yesterday."
She offered him a shy smile that made him harden before she bent her head down to
smell the roses he'd brought for her. He reached out to touch her.
"Who's your friend, Margeaux?"
Wren withdrew his hand instantly as he recognized one of the women who had gone to
the bar with Maggie on the night they'd met.
Marguerite turned to see Whitney behind her, eyeing Wren speculatively. "Whitney,
meet Wren."
Whitney looked confused by that. "Wren? The grubby busboy who had Blaine
arrested?"
Marguerite was quick to defend Wren. "Blaine started the fight."
She doubted Whitney heard her, since she was eyeing Wren like a hungry tigress who
had spotted a pork chop on a plate. The only problem was that the pork chop belonged to
Marguerite, who had no intention of sharing him with anyone.
She tucked her hand into the crook of his arm and pulled him away. "Wren and I have a
date. We'll see you later."
Wren leaned down and did that warm, wonderful action of gently nuzzling her cheek
before he covered her hand with his and led her toward the exit.
Wren still didn't really understand why he'd sought out Maggie. Humans had never held
any real interest for him in the past As a Katagari male, he shouldn't be so attracted to her.
At least not anything more than physically.
And yet she fascinated him as she drove him to her small cottage by the zoo. All he
wanted was to curl up in her lap and purr. Something that didn't make sense, since what he
normally wanted was to rip the arm off anyone dumb enough to come near him.
She kept glancing over at him and gifting him with the sweetest little shy smile that he'd
ever seen on a woman's face. But even worse on his self-restraint was the desire he felt
from her. She was as hungry for him as he was for her, and it was making him feral.
The cat in him wanted to snarl and to stalk.
More than that, it wanted to mate.
By the time she pulled into her driveway, his entire body was throbbing. Alert.
And it wanted her with a ferocity that scared the shit out of him. There was no way he
could leave her until he had tasted her.
Marguerite opened her car door and got out. Wren was there on her side of the car
before she'd even had a chance to pull her book bag out.
"I'll carry it," he said quietly.
He'd moved so fast that it was practically inhuman…
Nodding, she reached in to get her flowers and chocolate to carry them into her house.
Wren followed her to the stoop, then stood back while she unlocked her door and let them
in.
She went to set the flowers down on her end table. Before she could even straighten
up, he was behind her. He buried his face into her hair and inhaled deeply as if he were
savoring her. She'd never felt anything like it. She could feel his entire length against her
back. Marguerite actually shivered at the sensualness of that action.
She found herself leaning back against him as his arms came around her to hold her
close. In this position, she could feel his erection plainly against her hip. Wren was a large
man, powerful.
"You smell good enough to eat," he whispered against her ear.
Marguerite couldn't answer, as her entire body burned from his presence. She laid her
hands against his forearms and traced the jungle scene tattoo of a white tiger lurking in tall
grass that ran the length of Wren's left one. There was so much strength and power in his
arms that it made her feel weak. Trembling. She'd never known any man to make her feel
like this.
He turned her in his arms so that she was
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