Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 108

Grace tried so hard to control the direction of her thoughts. She had been the one to call him brother, to relegate him to such a role. Why would she think he would want to kiss her? Why would someone so handsome and so valiant want her in such a way?

She recalled his body—every inch of it—as she’d seen him both as a man and a wolf.

Jason was perfect. In every way.

“Do you want me to move?” he asked with his lips a hair's breadth away from hers.

Was he asking her to move toward her or away? And what if this wasn’t what he wanted? Would that ruin everything between them?

“Hmm,” he murmured and it was as if the vibration crossed the short distance between them. She felt it. And her whole body hummed with it. “You don’t know what you want.” He shrugged and stepped away.

Sensing she’d offended him in some way, she tried to explain, “It, uh, feels weird standing too close," Grace said. And it was true. After the last few years, she had not been intimate with anyone. She’d kept everyone at a distance. Having him so close to her… it unnerved her.

Because part of her wanted him more than she wanted her next breath.

"All right then," Jason said easily and removed his hand. He took a step back and tidied up the things on the table.

She let out a sigh of relief and stroked her own cheeks, which felt warm.

"By the way, Sister, just now when we were standing that close, did you want to kiss me?" he asked unexpectedly, stunning her.

Grace blinked owlishly and blushed. Had he read her mind? Was he gauging her reaction because he’d felt it too?

“Uh,” she sputtered.

"Is it a very hard question to answer?" he asked with a slightly arched brow.

"I... I, of course..."

"If it were you, I would allow it," he replied, cutting off her sentence. “With you, I would allow a lot things."

Sunlight shone into the room through the narrow glass window and landed on him.

This man was everything she’d ever wanted or needed. And she longed for him.

And was he admitting that he wanted her too? At least for a kiss?

Her hand went to her mouth, and touching her lips, they felt swollen, overly sensitive. As if just thinking about his mouth on hers had made her body physically anticipate it.

She knew she should tell him no, that they were as brother and sister, and that what they had was good. She shouldn’t risk their relationship by talking about kisses. But the words stuck in her throat and as she continued to stare at him, she caught herself nodding at what he’d said instead.

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In the afternoon, Grace had nothing to do and swiped through her phone, coming across news relating to Zoe. The news stated that Zoe had been brought to the hospital late last night. She had allegedly offended someone who had ordered one of her legs to be fractured. Once it healed, there was no guarantee that there would be no residual effects.

Therefore, it appeared as if Zoe would be absent from the engagement dinner between the Stevens and Atkinson families, which was to be held in several days' time.

The paparazzi who had published the news had not discovered who Zoe had offended. However, the Stevens Pack's position on the attack was vague and they refused to comment on it. The reporter also went on to say that they had not reported the incident to the police, which some speculated to mean that they accepted this event.