Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 249

She nibbled her lip and sat down. Almost mechanically, she resumed eating, mouthful by mouthful.

He sat quietly beside her, holding his chin in one hand while looking at her quietly.

Under the lamplight, her eyelashes had a natural curl, which became more obvious when she dropped her eyelids. His hands seemed to be able to cover her palm-sized face completely.

Her delicate nose and her constantly moving cheeks as she chewed her food made her look like a small animal that was eating. There was an indescribable cuteness about it.

He had not known before that watching a woman eat could be so enthralling.

The more he looked at her, the more he seemed to want to hide her. He wanted to hide her where no one could see find her, where only he could look at her and where only he could approach her.

No one else could covet her!

His wolf desperately needed out.

These territorial urges. The anger. The …attraction to this woman. No doubt, it was just a reflection of his animal side asserting itself.

“I need to run,” he said absently.

She tensed then nodded. “Probably a good idea. That wolf of yours is a monstrous beast. I suspect he gets antsy when you don’t listen to him.”

Antsy, now that was a word for it.

Grace was eating with her head down, but she could feel Jason staring at her all the time.

The air seemed to be filled with vague embarrassment.