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He held the door to the shop open, breathing in Alyssa's unique scent, a mixture of lavender and sunshine as she walked passed. "All set. This should fill up the larder in case of any new arrivals."
Several trips back to the car replenished the basement pantry. Blake couldn't keep his eyes off Alyssa. He was mesmerized as she bent in front of him and emptied the sacks. Her jeans cupped her bottom, emphasizing her generous curves and long, long legs. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab her hips and let her feel the length of his rigid cock pressing against her ass. His heart skipped a beat and then raced on as she reached up to place spare batteries, candles and water in one of the bookcases, giving him a perfect view of her luscious breasts as her shirt stretched and moved with her.
She was nearly as tall as he was and well rounded. Neither slim nor heavy, he knew she would fit him perfectly--was made to fit him. His hands itched to cup her breasts, to glide along her bottom and lift her just enough so that she could wrap her legs around his waist, lining themselves together, groin to groin. He burned with need, his cock harder than he thought it could ever be.
Alyssa had to feel Blake's gaze burn into her. Her nerves must tingle just as his, leaving her breathless with anticipation. Or was that fear in her eyes? Was she ready to be committed to him? God, he hoped so. There would be no other for her, could be no other. Only him.
Her face was flushed, her breathing erratic. He wondered if she was wet for him, ready to welcome him inside her lush body. It was all happening so fast. Too fast for her more than likely. She would probably appreciate somespace, especially if she were feeling overwhelmed. There would be plenty of time to consummate their relationship later.
Alyssa cleared her throat. "That does it," she said, her head down, as if trying to hide the desire written all over her rosy face, but she couldn't hide it from him. "I better get upstairs and get packed." Without glancing back, she bolted for the stairs, taking them two at a time, as if needing to escape.
Blake let her run, content in his knowledge that she also felt the mating heat. Before long, they would have to satisfy their need for each other or risk coming together in violence. Their people mated for life and, at times, they were more wolf than Human, unable to restrain their animal instincts during lovemaking if left aroused for too long.