Wolf Shapeshifter Romance: Her Alpha Soulmate (Shapeshifter Alpha Werewolf Romance)(BBW Paranormal Alpha Wolf Shapeshifter Romance) Read Free Page B

Jessica knows little of.”
     
    Ashley felt her heart skip a beat as she looked at Mason, “How can you tell I have passion running through my veins?”
     
    “I can see it in your beautiful green eyes when I look at you. Can you see it in mine?”
     
    Ashley looked deep into his eyes whispering, “Yes, yes I can.”
     
    Mason took her arm and helped her to her feet, “Let’s pick the dishes up in a minute. I have something I want to do that I’ve been dying to do from the first moment I met you Miss Ashley.”
     
    Now her heart wasn’t just racing it was nearly flying out of her chest as he placed one hand under her chin and the other one behind her head.
     
    His touch felt as light as a feather and he smelt so good. He leant toward her and as his soft lips touched hers, she felt dizzy with passion. She put her arms around his neck and his tongue gently teased her trembling lips apart before plunging into her mouth, darting to explore and seeking out her tongue. Mason’s kiss was intoxicating and lingering. Ashley had never been kissed like it before. As they drew apart, he looked down at her and whispered in her ear, “You’re so beautiful Miss Ashley.”
     
    Ashley looked down embarrassed by his comment, but he lifted her chin up so she was looking at him once again.
     
    “Don’t be shy with me. You’re truly beautiful. Is there anywhere here that’s slightly more private?”
     
    Ashley could hardly talk let alone think but she managed to stutter, “Out the back in the staff-room.”
     
    She took his hand and led him through to the staff-room on legs that would barely carry her; he kissed her hand as they walked. She was wearing her uniform that consisted of a knee- length skirt, a t-shirt and flat ballerina type shoes. As they walked, his kisses traveled from her hand up her arm and his light touch tickled Ashley’s skin, she giggled.
     
    “You have a great laugh and you’re so, so sexy,” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath against her flushed cheek. Ashley had never considered herself remotely sexy, hot, cute or any of the adjectives generally used to describe a desirable person.
     
    “Jessica’s the sexy one not me,” she said and regretted the words as soon as they tumbled out of her mouth.
     
    Mason stopped walking and spun Ashley around to face him, “Look you have to remove her from your head. I see nothing in her but a manipulative woman, oh sure, she wants me and has made that clear on more than one occasion. Ashley you have more lust, longing and love in your little finger than she has in her whole body. Your body is so hot. Do you want me to continue?”
     
    She smiled cheekily, “I can listen to your compliments all day long, but I’d rather you kissed me.”
     
    Mason obliged by kissing her hard on the lips. This time his tongue wasn’t as patient and his kiss was full of intensity and hunger, engulfing Ashley in its passion. She kissed him back running her fingers through his hair and pulling him into her moist and welcoming mouth.
     
    “Where’s the staff-room Miss Ashley?” his voice sounded husky and gruff.
     
    “Come with me,” she said as she took his hand again. They walked to the back of the diner and into the staff-room. Ashley turned the light on and as it flickered she felt Mason’s strong hand on the small of her back, he guided her into the small room.
     
    There wasn’t much in the room, just the bare minimum required for a staff-room. A table stood in the middle of the tiled floor with a few chairs scattered around it, there was a counter top with a kettle, microwave and toaster on it. There were some mugs hanging on a mug-tree and a small fridge in the corner quietly humming away.
     
    Mason guided her toward the table and kissed her tenderly on the mouth, he walked her backwards until the backs of her legs touched the table. She felt it behind her and scooted on to it, sitting on the table’s edge. Mason stopped kissing her and stood back