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It didn’t take long before I looked at Rhet again, at the way his brown shirt clung to his shoulders and tapered down at the waist. He was twenty-three this year, three years older than me, and his muscles seemed to have exploded in the past few months alone.
I wasn’t supposed to notice, but I did.
I wasn’t supposed to want him, but I did.
It was a quiet, secret want. The kind that I could usually ignore during the day. The kind that came up in the darkness at night, filling my mind with forbidden images of the two of us together, his muscles bunching as he held me tightly in his arms and did...what? What would he do? I knew there was something--I’d seen wild animals doing things in the jungle and I knew men and women lay together in a similar fashion. But what I wanted to do looked nothing like what the beasts did.
Rhet could never know--I was like a little sister to him. And I couldn’t even tell my best friend, Tahira, because she was his sister.
So the images plagued my mind, delighting me, shaming me.
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