Chapter 38 Weak In The Face Of The Heat

• Lawson kept his eyes closed. Focusing on the scent of his mate's hand on his face. And he could only say one thing. She smelled damn good. From the first time he'd seen and smelled her he'd known it would be his favorite smell even if he didn't want to acknowledge it. But now that his feelings were like a damn volcano with a life of its own the idea just rumbled in his head.
• He couldn't help but raise his hand and entwine from behind his fingers with hers and instead of continuing to smell, he kissed her palm. He felt a slight tug from her but he wouldn't let go. She smelled so good that he wanted more. And it was a pleasant smell that calmed him and at the same time incited him, not the unpleasant pheromone smell in the air that forced him to become aroused.
• “He heard her say, although the wolf didn't pay much attention to her.