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The sweet scent of her arousal is still in the air, and I’m jealous of anyone near us that might be able to smell it.

I didn’t notice any unmated Alphas in here, but that could change at any moment.

My jealous streak would come out in an instant, and the last thing I want is to scare her away.

She’s too good for me and she doesn’t even realize it.

Especially if I get hard just from watching her eat dessert.

Once the waiter returns with my card and I’m satisfied my traitorous erection isn’t obvious through my pants, I take her hand and lead her out of the restaurant.

Her scent blooms around me, delicious and mouthwatering, and I growl at the valet who has the audacity to look at her again.

Mine.

I turn to her, about to apologize for my terrible manners, but she looksdelighted.

Maybe she likes a bit of possessiveness.

“You know, our hostess was looking at you alotduring dinner,” she adds conversationally, her voice light as I hold the passenger door open for her. I wasn’t about to let the valet do it. “Does that mean I should have growled at her, too?”

I look at her curiously. “You growl?”

She shrugs. “I’ve been known to do it.”

“That’s…” I trail off, trying to find the right words. “Fucking adorable.”

I’ve been swearing around her, too, more than I do other people. The only other person I do that with is Ace, and I realize Devyn makes me feel just as comfortable as he does.

“Well, maybe one day you’ll be lucky enough to hear it,” she says.

“I’d be honored.”

After I shut her door, I enter the driver’s side and reluctantly start the drive to take her home.

The truth is, I don’t want to take her back.

Hell, if she wanted to recite cookie recipes to me all night, I’d listen happily, half-hard from the sound of her voice.

“So, when can I see you again?” I blurt, all attempts at sounding composed flying out the window. I’m drunk on her scent, and it’s hard to keep my eyes on the road when all I want to do is look at her.

Sink my teeth into her.

Taste her.

“You’d like to see me again?” she asks softly.

I grip the steering wheel tightly.

How do I answer that without sounding absolutely unhinged?

“If I had it my way, our next date would be tomorrow,” I admit. “And I’d like to bring Ace with me.”

My car is full of sugar and honey.

My knuckles hurt from how hard I’m gripping the wheel.

I try to focus on the road, but I’m losing my damn mind.