Better Mate Than Never (New Adult Werewolf Romance) Read Free

that was on. Paige was all he could think about—the
way her arm had felt hooked through his, the sound of her honey sweet voice,
her sexy, curious smile. He wondered what she would be wearing tonight.
    This is crazy, he thought. You shouldn’t be going anywhere near her. In fact, you
should just call and cancel. Make an excuse. Tell her something came up.
Anything.
    Except the
problem was, he didn’t have her phone number. And even if he did, he wasn’t
sure he could have followed through. She had looked at him with her big green
eyes, so challenging and direct, and yet he could smell a tinge of nervousness
and insecurity, as if she were afraid he would refuse her. As if that were even
possible. He could avoid her, try to put some distance between them, but any
time she asked for anything… he was unable to refuse – he knew that he
was only weak to one thing… her .
    He remembered
the one time she’d sat next to him in class during an exam back in high school.
She’d forgotten to bring a pencil for the test and had asked him if she could
borrow one. He hadn’t brought an extra, so he’d ended up giving the one he’d
had to her and failing the test as a result. Not that he’d cared much about
that—she’d been so distraught about not showing up with a pencil he would
have done anything to make her happy again. And the grin she’d had on her face
when she got the test back the next week with an A had made it completely worth
it.
    Or the time
that he had noticed her walking home, knowing full well that her parent’s house
was miles from school property. He had pulled over that day pretending to be
headed in the same direction only to have to turn back after dropping her off
and drive ten miles out of town where he ended up missing an important job
interview.
    None of that
mattered as far as she was concerned. He would always put himself second, his
needs last. She was all that he cared about and he’d do it all over again in a
heartbeat.
    You’re so
completely hopeless.
    Finally, he
decided he couldn’t wait any longer. Stopping only to pick up some flowers, he
drove to her house, arriving a good twenty minutes early. He stepped up to the
door, flowers in hand, and gently knocked, holding his breath as he waited for
her beautiful face to appear. When nobody answered, he frowned and looked over
at the driveway, but her car was parked in its usual spot, so she had to be
there.
    Suddenly, his
sensitive ears became aware of the sound of running water—she was taking
a shower. Instantly, he was assailed by an image of a naked Paige standing
under the showerhead, rivulets of water running down her bare skin, her hands
in her hair as she rinsed off her fiery tresses beneath the powerful, hot spray.
    Oh dear
God.
    Before he
could stop himself, he tried the doorknob, and found to both his horror and
delight that she’d left it unlocked. He let himself in, and was instantly hit
by the scent of potpourri and flowers. Everything was very tasteful and
feminine, from the lacy pillows on the living room couch to the fruit and
flower centerpiece on the dining room table. The water had stopped, but he
could hear her humming softly, and so followed the sound to the bathroom.
    She’d left
the door open and was standing in front of the sink stark naked, the glow of
the bathroom lights washing over her creamy skin. He stopped dead in his tracks,
but stepped straight onto a creaky floorboard. The loud noise gave him away,
and she turned toward him, those green eyes going wide the way they’d done last
night.
    “Fuck.”
    “Caleb!” Paige
grabbed a towel and clutched it to the front of her body, her cheeks flushing
scarlet. “What are you doing here?”
    “I knocked,”
he said, his voice low and guttural. “You didn’t answer, so I let myself in.”
    “Well, you’re
early.” She crossed her arms over her chest, which only served to push the
plump mounds of her breasts even higher.
    “Do you mind
if I go and get