Make Him Purr: A Paranormal BBW Werepanther Shape Shifter Mail-Order Navy SEAL Romance by Anya Nowlan Page B
Authors: Anya Nowlan
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could figure out the combination on his safe, and it wasn’t like Diesel was following her every move. Most of the time when she’d been working for someone, he had been right there beside her, doing the heavy lifting. Seeing sweat drop down those perfect arms of his may have added to the plethora of reasons why she didn’t really want to leave.
Diesel stared straight ahead as he drove through the darkness of the evening. His home was a few miles out of Shifter Grove, as most homes were. Though Shifter Grove was a close community, one still couldn’t forget that there were plenty of shifters there, and they needed their personal space.
Sonya wrung her wrists without even noticing that she was doing it. The day with Diesel had been fun. Even though she was sore and had been out in the fresh air more in the last two days than she probably had in the last five years put together, there was something invigorating about doing something for people who were legitimately thankful for her work and time. And then of course there was the dinner.
Finding out that Diesel wasn’t just a big lug of growls and glares had made things somehow so much better. Not that she’d doubted that the man had substance, but dragging words out of him had been so damn difficult that she’d begun to question her own instincts – not a good thing for a panther.
Maybe it’s just the pheromones. Maybe they’re messing with your head. Or you haven’t got laid so long that you think every man is near perfect if there’s a prospect of him having a big dick.
Sonya smirked to herself. Maybe it was the pheromones – she hadn’t been around a male of her species like this before, but she was also certain it wasn’t just that. He was fair and he made her feel safe and happy. Those things couldn’t be undervalued in her mind.
“Are your wrists hurting from the handcuffs?” Diesel asked, glancing at her as she was still rubbing the skin with her fingers.
Sonya stopped, looking at her hands and then Diesel. She shook her head and caught her heartbeat skipping again, a familiar heat flooding her core. That voice of his… Purr.
“No, it’s not that. I’m okay.”
Fuck no, she wasn’t okay! Sonya was just seconds away from mounting Diesel right then and there, so it was fortunate that they reached the house when they did. Diesel killed the engine and Sonya jumped out of the huge truck. Fresh air flooded her lungs and she was thankful for the momentary distraction.
Diesel strode to the door in front of her and unlocked it. That just meant that she got a good long look at his grabbable ass, hugged tightly by a pair of blue jeans that should have been made illegal for him to wear. He stepped in and flicked on the light, and she followed, worrying her lower lip like a lovesick fangirl. Sonya closed the door and fell back against it, pondering her options.
Diesel turned to look at her and frowned slightly.
“What?” he asked, catching the indecision in her eyes.
“I’m thinking about doing something bad,” Sonya admitted, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Diesel cocked a brow at her.
“Should I be worried or should I be offering to be your accomplice?” he asked in a surprising bout of playfulness.
Oh, that smirk again.
Bastard.
“Whichever you prefer,” Sonya said, pushing away from the door and walking straight to him.
She got up on her tippy toes, put her hands around his neck and pulled him lower to meet her. He leant into her easily, and when her lips brushed against his for the first time, his hands were already there, grabbing her at the waist. What she’d planned as just a quick, spontaneous kiss to test the waters, turned into so much more. Her tongue slid into his mouth, tasting him hungrily and demanding more, and instead of shying away, Diesel gave her all that. She was beginning to wonder who wanted it more, him or her.
His touch was just right and his lips against hers were pillowy soft. The kiss
Diesel stared straight ahead as he drove through the darkness of the evening. His home was a few miles out of Shifter Grove, as most homes were. Though Shifter Grove was a close community, one still couldn’t forget that there were plenty of shifters there, and they needed their personal space.
Sonya wrung her wrists without even noticing that she was doing it. The day with Diesel had been fun. Even though she was sore and had been out in the fresh air more in the last two days than she probably had in the last five years put together, there was something invigorating about doing something for people who were legitimately thankful for her work and time. And then of course there was the dinner.
Finding out that Diesel wasn’t just a big lug of growls and glares had made things somehow so much better. Not that she’d doubted that the man had substance, but dragging words out of him had been so damn difficult that she’d begun to question her own instincts – not a good thing for a panther.
Maybe it’s just the pheromones. Maybe they’re messing with your head. Or you haven’t got laid so long that you think every man is near perfect if there’s a prospect of him having a big dick.
Sonya smirked to herself. Maybe it was the pheromones – she hadn’t been around a male of her species like this before, but she was also certain it wasn’t just that. He was fair and he made her feel safe and happy. Those things couldn’t be undervalued in her mind.
“Are your wrists hurting from the handcuffs?” Diesel asked, glancing at her as she was still rubbing the skin with her fingers.
Sonya stopped, looking at her hands and then Diesel. She shook her head and caught her heartbeat skipping again, a familiar heat flooding her core. That voice of his… Purr.
“No, it’s not that. I’m okay.”
Fuck no, she wasn’t okay! Sonya was just seconds away from mounting Diesel right then and there, so it was fortunate that they reached the house when they did. Diesel killed the engine and Sonya jumped out of the huge truck. Fresh air flooded her lungs and she was thankful for the momentary distraction.
Diesel strode to the door in front of her and unlocked it. That just meant that she got a good long look at his grabbable ass, hugged tightly by a pair of blue jeans that should have been made illegal for him to wear. He stepped in and flicked on the light, and she followed, worrying her lower lip like a lovesick fangirl. Sonya closed the door and fell back against it, pondering her options.
Diesel turned to look at her and frowned slightly.
“What?” he asked, catching the indecision in her eyes.
“I’m thinking about doing something bad,” Sonya admitted, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Diesel cocked a brow at her.
“Should I be worried or should I be offering to be your accomplice?” he asked in a surprising bout of playfulness.
Oh, that smirk again.
Bastard.
“Whichever you prefer,” Sonya said, pushing away from the door and walking straight to him.
She got up on her tippy toes, put her hands around his neck and pulled him lower to meet her. He leant into her easily, and when her lips brushed against his for the first time, his hands were already there, grabbing her at the waist. What she’d planned as just a quick, spontaneous kiss to test the waters, turned into so much more. Her tongue slid into his mouth, tasting him hungrily and demanding more, and instead of shying away, Diesel gave her all that. She was beginning to wonder who wanted it more, him or her.
His touch was just right and his lips against hers were pillowy soft. The kiss
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