Thunder (Alpha Love - a Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance Book 3) by Olivia Stephens Page A

like there should be some kind of visible difference in her, now that her world has been opened up and she knows about the existence of werewolves. She has seen men transform into beasts. Not only that, but she’s fallen for one of them, and fallen hard. She’s been propositioned by her boss and been promoted. She’s running a drilling site that’s going to destroy the werewolves’ home, and there doesn’t seem to be anything that she can do about it. She expects all of this and more to be written on her face. However, it’s the same dark, almond eyes that stare back at her and the same caramel-colored hair that falls around her shoulders, framing her angular features and her high cheekbones. She looks the same as she did a couple of weeks ago—although she feels almost like a completely different person.
    She slips into the shower, already feeling better once the hot water starts pounding on her, like it’s forcing the tension out of her body, drip-by-drip. She stands underneath the shower, letting it beat down on her, letting it take away all her worries and concerns, even if it’s just for the few minutes she’s in there for.
    That’s when she hears a noise that makes her breath catch in her throat. It’s a creak. It sounds like it’s coming from her bedroom. She keeps listening out, but doesn’t hear anything else. She puts it down to paranoia, the message that Brett had given has her so spooked she’s imagining dangers where there are none.
    “Room for one more?” Sofie nearly jumps out of her skin at the voice in her bathroom. She spins around, almost losing her footing on the slick tub, and sees Ashton, leaning against the wash basin, an amused expression on his face as he takes in her surprise.
    She realizes she must look fairly ridiculous, dripping wet, eyes wide as saucers and in danger of slipping on the tub and breaking her neck. “Jesus, Ashton, sneak up much?”
    “Well, if you hadn’t left your door unlocked, I wouldn’t have been able to sneak up on you. You should be more careful. Haven’t you heard there are wolves around?” Ashton smiles sexily at her and looks at her hungrily. It’s at this point that Sofie remembers she’s completely naked.
    She feels her cheeks flush. She knows it’s strange, really, that she should be so aware of her nakedness with a man that she’s slept with too many times to count. But there was something about being the only one that was naked that made her feel a little vulnerable.
    “Yes, I had heard, but I didn’t think they knew how to open doors,” Sofie retorts sarcastically.
    “Oh, there are a whole lot of things that they know how to do.” Ashton looks at her meaningfully, and she feels a blush spreading across her face all over again. “So, is there room for one more?”
    “Sure, but I’m almost done in here,” Sofie shrugs, pretending that she’s missed his meaning.
    “Oh, really? I think you’re still a little dirty.” Ashton lifts of his t-shirt in one smooth movement, his muscles rippling. He unbuttons his jeans, letting them fall to the floor, leaving him naked and so damn hot. Sofie feels like she’s overheating.
    His body really is perfect; it’s like someone took all the best parts of a man and put them together , she thinks. By all rights, he shouldn’t be real and yet he is, here in front of her, stepping into the shower, his eyes never leaving hers, the connection between them stronger than any other force.
    Ashton pulls her to him, his fingers sliding over her wet skin as he caresses her face, her shoulders, her back, her ass. She kisses his chest, feeling the hardness of his pecs under her lips. He pulls her face up to meet his, crushing his lips against hers as they kiss.
    The water rains down over them, making their bodies wet and slippery so they glide against each other. Their skin is soft, so soft to the touch. They kiss deeply, desperately. Sofie’s body is already responding to Ashton and the hardness against