What a Werewolf Wants (San Francisco Wolf Pack) Read Online Free

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    “And I don’t care if he snores or loves the opera,” she went on. “My sister won’t either.”
    Intrigue gripped him. “What else?”
    “Well, wait a second. I told you two, now you should tell me two of yours.”
    “Is this like you show me yours and I show you mine game?” he whispered, moving close to her shoulder. “Because I’m all for it.”
    …
    Chills scattered over her entire body, from the tips of her toes to the back of her neck. Her mouth dropped open and dried completely. How was it possible that Ryder could have such an effect on her? He was aggravating her to no end, yet playfulness—and undeniable, scorching-hot radiating sexiness—coated his tone. He turned toward her when he talked. He looked at her. Really looked at her as if he was listening to every word she said. She felt as if she were being unwound. Slowly. Teasingly. She couldn’t remove herself from the table if she wanted to. He’d fixed her there with his penetrating gaze, his gravelly voice, and his attentive nature.
    She needed more of the banter between them, and more of him.
    “Simmer down, Turbo,” she answered finally. “We’re not playing that game. All I’m saying is, why would I tell you more about what’s on my list without you sharing what’s on yours?”
    He tapped the dull end of the skewer against his cheek. “I’ll have to remember what I put on it.”
    “You mean you actually filled out one of my applications?”
    “I told you I did.”
    No, he’d said he downloaded it. He must’ve been interested in the process if he took the time to answer the questions.
    “Hmm…meat-eater and dog lover were definitely listed.” His gaze shot to hers, and he winked. “Your turn.”
    Sighing as a blanket of gooseflesh covered her body, Josie averted her attention to the fruit in front of her. At least that way she wouldn’t have to look into his mesmerizing blue eyes. She poked a raspberry, dipped it into the chocolate, and shoved it into her mouth.
    “Stable home life is important to me, since I only have my sister.” She chewed slowly, enjoying the delicious combination. “Having a good job is essential, too. A man should be able to support himself without working crazy hours.”
    Nodding, Ryder stared down at his empty plate.
    “He also needs to be a hopeless romantic like me,” she went on, licking chocolate from her lips. “That’s a must.”
    “I don’t think anyone is like you…” As his gaze homed in on her mouth, he paused, reaching out for her. “You’re a mess.”
    “Excuse me?” She pulled back slowly, staring at his hand as it hovered near her mouth. “What are you doing?”
    “There’s chocolate…right there.” He swiped the corner of her mouth with the soft pad of his finger and then pulled back. “Sorry. Easier to get it myself than direct you to the smudge.”
    She quivered as the scent of his skin and the warmth of his touch lingered on her lips. “I am a mess.”
    A big, trembling, sexually aroused mess.
    Swiping her mouth with her napkin—something she could’ve done in the first place—Josie watched Ryder suck on the finger that’d just touched her lips. He only put the tip of his finger inside, but the movement of his mouth and the eroticism of the gesture nearly broke her.
    “You’re mouthwatering,” He shook his head and frowned as if shaking off some kind of fog. “I meant the chocolate, of course.”
    “Of course.”
    But the explosion of sexual tension heating between them spoke differently. Based on physical intimacy alone, her chemistry with Ryder was off the charts. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone, ever. But he was trying to destroy everything that was finally going well in her life.
    What kind of a person would be so hard up to ruin their friend’s relationship when he seemed genuinely happy? He must’ve been lying to himself, thinking he could convince Mitch to remain a bachelor with him.
    “Honesty and