Kensington Cove

Chapter 5: S1 Ethan: Well of Raw Emotions

Ethan Cotter

The jacket cuffs hang below her fingertips, outlining just how small she really is under the

leather garment. Unfazed by the oversized clothing, she rolls the cuffs to her wrists, revealing

slender fingers without jewelry.

Not taken. His inner beast stirs, keeping his astute eyes on the female in front of him.

"I didn't think it'd be chilly this week, well, today." She catches her lower lip between her

teeth. "I even listened to the news. And now that I think about it, they mentioned nothing about

rain, either."

Ethan's eyes wander as he listens to her speech. She's about five-foot, six inches with a

toned build, which is just how he likes his women.

"That's Texas weather for you." Ethan mounts the bike. "Hop on." He motions for her to

get on.

"Wait. You don't wear a helmet?" Her growing fear lingers in the air, and his beast sips on

it.

Damn, she's a well of raw emotions.

"No. Never have, but I've never needed one, either." His eyes rake up and down her body

once more.

The wolf continues to drink in her alluring scent, which makes his c**k stir.

Sure he's had a bit of a dry spell, but then again, all the females in Kensington Cove, he has

either grown up with, gone to school with, or wouldn't touch holding a ten-foot pole with an

extension.

"Have you ever been on a bike before?" He's never smelled something or someone as

sweet and tantalizing as this little morsel before him.

She smells human, but then there's an unusual underline scent to her, one that he just can't

place.

"No." She shakes her head, then nervously bites her lower lip. "Well, a dirt bike. Does that

count?"

"Not so much." He winks, then chuckles. "I'll take it slow. I promise."

Slow isn't what he wants right now. The wolf in him silently howls and demands release.

"Okay." She fidgets with the zipper and bears down on her lower lip once more.

A low, throaty growl escapes his mouth because he'd like to be the one nibbling on that

full, lush lip. And right now, all he wants to do is draw her into his arms and possess her.

Well, that, and to hold her hips steady as he tastes her, making her come under the stroke

of his tongue. And then to hold her as he . . .

Fuck. Get a grip on your inner beast, he thinks to himself.

"Need some help?" He watches her fidget with the zipper.

"I think I can-"

He reels in the wolf's libido, which now has his c**k standing at attention and begging.

Down, boy, he takes a calming breath.

"Let me." Reaching out, he takes hold of the bottom of the leather jacket - his jacket -

which she's now wearing and coaxes her closer to him. "There's a trick to it."

She palms his bare forearms, steadying herself, and the skin-to-skin contact renews the

desire to have her.

"Is it safe to be on the road?" Her eyes widen like a doe caught in a crossbeam of light, and

she blinks several times.

"What do you mean?" Her question catches him off guard.

"You know, with the weather and all? If it's not far, we could walk, right?"

"Yeah, that's not a good idea." Thoughts of the rogue lupine invade his mind. "Country life

is far different from the city after dark."

"Oh." She parses her lips.

He zips the garment, covering the curves of her breasts, and then snaps the lower section of

the waistband that falls well below her hips.

"Come on." He remounts the bike. "It's getting darker and wetter."

Sadie takes in a deep breath, then sighs. "There's a first time for everything, right?"

Tentatively, she straddles the bike.

"So, I've heard." He chuckles.

She hurries back as far as she can, but not before her skirt exposes even more of her thighs.

Tugging at the fabric of her skirt, she wiggles in the seat, trying to cover her legs.

"I already told you," Ethan chuckles once more. "I won't bite unless you want me to."

Fuck, what the hell's wrong with me?

His wolf half, now fully awake, salivates at the thought of tasting her, marking, and he'd

like nothing better than to sink a tooth into her flesh and mark her as his.

I shouldn't be toying with her like this. He sighs, then shakes his head.

It's not as if she understands what it means to be marked or claimed by a wolf - to be

someone's mate.

Hell, if she only knew what I was, what I'm capable of, she'd run the other way and never

look back.

The thought bothers him far more than it should, especially since she's a stranger.

"You're going to have to hold on to me." He grabs one of her hands and places it on his

waist.

The contact makes his body buzz.

When he starts the engine, she jumps and clings to the sides of his T-shirt.

"Have you ever, you know, wrecked?"

"No. Now, scoot up so you don't fall off."

Sadie inches near but keeps a respectable distance between them.

"More." The beast within lurks. Anticipation builds. "So, you can wrap your arms around

my waist."

She wiggles on the seat, drawing closer, and then laces her fingers above his naval.

"That's it." He draws in a deep breath, relishing her scent.

Pulling onto the road, he gradually increases the speed, giving her time to adjust to the

bike's movement.

"This isn't so bad." A carefree giggle passes her lips.

The road ahead winds around. He approaches the first deep curve, and Sadie slides up the

seat.

She wraps her arms around his waist, pressing her warm thighs, abdomen, and breasts

against his frame. Her body molds to his, and the sweet aroma of her growing arousal replaces

the fear of the unknown.

"Got you." The wolf inside him grins.