~ SASHA ~
Zev was off of the bed and prowling towards her, his eyes fixed and intent. A wolf on the hunt—but with a smile.
"Now, wait," she giggled. "I haven't finished getting comfortable."
"I'll help," he growled. She opened her mouth to tease him more, but he was there, looming over her, all dark eyes and rumpled hair because he'd clawed a hand through it. But instead of kissing her first as she'd expected, he slid his hands between the front layers of her jacket to find her skin. Then he lifted the sides wide and pushed the jacket off her shoulders just as she'd done for him. Their eyes locked as Sasha let it drop to the table behind her.
"Better?" he rasped.
"Better. But I could still get more comfortable," she breathed.
