"I meant I want to see the wolf," she clarified at last.
"Well, next time be specific," he drawled. "I thought…"
Her mouth dropped open. "You thought I was talking about your thing, weren't you?" she shot back, scandalized yet unable to hide the spark of humor glinting in her eyes.
"No," he said, the denial soft. His gaze burned into her. "You were thinking about my thing."
May raised a sarcastic brow, a defense mechanism as much as defiance. "Why would I be thinking about your thing?" she demanded.
Kade chuckled, before reaching up to lift her chin with two fingers. His touch was deceptively gentle. He made her look at him. "You can lie to me about anything, my little human," he murmured. "But you cannot lie to me about that." His smile sharpened.
"I can smell your arousal even now. Great thing about being a werewolf, don't you think?"
