Racing Home (Dirt Track Dogs Book 3) (Paranormal Wolf-Shifter Romance) Read Free Page A

that.
    Don’t touch her, do not touch her . He warned his animal, but the bastard wasn’t listening. The mere idea of learning what her skin felt like outside of the dream had him inching forward.
    Blister turned toward the door, seriously considering chancing the drive back through town. “Storm should pass quickly. As soon as it’s clear, I’ll be on my way.”
    Her small sigh echoed along the cement walls. It wasn’t a happy sound.
    “Sorry about barging in like this,” he apologized. “I wasn’t planning on getting cornered here.”
    “Did Ella send you? I tried to call her but couldn’t get through.” Her voice was deflated. Not how it was when he’d first arrived. “There’s no need for anyone to check up on me. I’m a big girl.”
    He peeked over his shoulder. Big girl? She’d barely reach the middle of his chest if she was standing tall. She was tiny. Though deliciously curvy.
    Blister squeezed his eyes to shut off the thought.
    “Something like that,” he said under his breath.
    Even underground, the roar of the storm was deafening and growing louder. Debris banged against the door, causing Blister to jump backward.
    “Shit.”
    He turned to look at Annie. Her brow was furrowed and she shivered in her blanket.
    “It’s bad, isn’t it? I’ve never heard a storm that loud before.”
    “It’s a tornado.”
    She looked queasy before her eyes fell closed and she lowered her head to rest on her knees. But she only stayed like that for a moment. Lifting her head, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She nodded, her brow going up as she attempted a cheerful grin.
    “Well, okay then. A tornado. It’s not that bad. That house was built to be sturdy. It’ll be fine.”
    Blister stared at her. He wasn’t going to be the one to tell her otherwise.
    “You might as well sit. Looks like we’ll be here for a while.”
    He looked around. It was cramped quarters. The only place to sit was the bench along one wall. Where she was. They’d be too close. Her scent was already all he could smell in the small space. Being right next to her would be torture.
    Breathing deep, he let it soak in. It was like nothing he’d ever smelled before. Apples and lavender and something that didn’t have a name. Or couldn’t be named because it was just her . It was both unbearable and irresistible.
    Blister sank to a seat on the floor, pulling his knees up and resting his arms there. He made sure to angle the damaged side of his face toward the wall. She’d already seen it, but the less she was reminded of it the better.
    “Let’s see… are you hungry? Thirsty?  I’ve packed this place with granola bars and water. Pretty sure there’s a bag of Doritos somewhere too. I’d much rather give my guests a home cooked meal but this is the best I can do without electricity.”
    He lifted his gaze to catch her staring at him expectantly. Well, shit. He didn’t want anything from her, but he was hungry. When was the last time he’d eaten? And it was kind of her to offer when he’d just barged in here.
    “Sure,” he answered.
    Her face widened in a grin and she threw off her blanket, standing to rummage through a shelf.
    Blister’s mouth went utterly fucking dry and his cock swelled to the point his pants were tight.
    She… his angel had no pants on. Zero fucking pants. Her generous ass was barely covered in a pair of pale pink boy shorts. Her short, curvy legs were bare and smooth, and all he could do was envision those thick thighs wrapped around his head.
    No .
    He forced his gaze upward, but that sight wasn’t much better. Her threadbare t-shirt gave him too clear an idea of what her breasts looked like. And they were perfect.
    “Where the hell are your pants?” Shock and frustration made is voice harsh.
    Annie jumped, dropping the bag of chips on the floor. Her face went twelve shades of scarlet and her sweet little mouth opened in surprise. “I… I…” Her panicked gaze traveled the room, never