Roxanne’s POV:
I looked out the window with a low sigh as Garren drove in silence.
I wrote the letter that I left for Thelma to drop off, although I had my doubts if she would actually do it.
Everything felt so unreal and rushed, but the decision was already made and there was no going back. I wanted to be with my mate.
“It may be a test,” my wolf whispered.
“I know,” I silently answered.
Test or not, I didn’t care.
The plan was simple: all I had to do was make him fall in love with me as soon as possible. Then I was going to convince him to go back with me to my pack. There, we would explain everything to my parents and hopefully stay for a little bit before finding our own place.
I looked at my mate’s free hand, which was on his thigh, then slowly moved mine and pressed it against his.
“I’m driving,” he said coldly without looking at me.
“I know,” I answered without taking my hand away from his.
It was no secret that he was extremely wealthy. From his clothes to his mansion to his cars, I could tell that he was much richer than my father. And he obviously had women throwing themselves at him. But that didn’t matter as long as he gave himself completely to me.
“Garren,” I called softly.
He slammed on the brakes out of nowhere, startling me.
“What the hell! Do you want us to…” I cut my sentence short when he touched my chin, making me face him.
My heart began beating rapidly as thoughts of him making a move on me invaded my mind.
“Are you having second thoughts about everything?” he asked seriously.
I looked at the rearview mirror, then looked at him. It was a relief to see that there were no cars on the road or coming our way.
“No, I was just thinking about how most women must throw themselves at your feet, seeing how you are filthy rich…” I trailed off, then finished.
“And handsome,” I said honestly in a low tone.
He shifted back, and I felt disappointed. I had thought he was going to kiss me. I guess I was wrong.
“You are right, most women have thrown themselves at me for my looks and my money all my life,” he said, and I felt my heart ache.
“But none of them piqued my interest as you do,” he whispered, and then leaned against his seat, gazing at me.
There was something that made him look kind and innocent whenever he looked at me after saying something nice.
I smiled, then shifted my gaze to my lap as my cheeks heated up.
His words obviously meant nothing to him, but to me, they made my heart warm and my wolf purr in joy.
“Are you saying that I’m better than those women who were seducing you?” I forced out the words to have him say those nice words again.
“Seduce? Not all were there to seduce me,” he answered as I frowned.
“Oh,” I whispered under my breath, feeling uncomfortable over his confirmation.
“But to answer your question…..” he trailed off as I gazed into his eyes.
“I’m saying you are unique and better than all of them put together,” he said simply.
Without a second thought, I moved from my seat and sat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
“What are you doing right…”
I pulled him downwards and crushed my lips against his, happily making him swallow his words.
In a second, he was responding and kissing me back while his arms went around my waist.
I didn’t want to believe that he was willing to give us a chance so easily, but hearing him say all that made me very happy, and my heart was completely open to him.
When I pulled back breathlessly, I rested my head and hand against his chest to hear and feel his loud, rapid heartbeat.
“Does it make you very happy to learn that you are better than all the other women I have come across?” he asked in a cracked voice.
“Yes,” I answered with a wide smile.
“And me, am I better than all the jerks you have come across?” he asked, surprising me.
I pulled back and gazed at him with a frown.
Was he jealous?
“Answer me,” he demanded as I smirked.
“You are not better than anyone, Garren. You are beyond amazing because there has never been anyone besides you. You are my first in everything,” I answered.
He moved his hand to my cheek, then slowly slid it to my chin, rubbing his thumb on my lower lip.
“I’m not your first kiss,” he muttered deeply.
“You are my first kiss because with Larson, it was a simple kiss. You are the one who taught me what a real kiss feels like,” I answered, then tensed when he thrust his thumb between my lips, rubbing the tip of my tongue.
“Of course, it’s so much more than just lips pressing against each other. It involves the tongue, one’s taste, their saliva, and their reaction,” he said huskily, then leaned in after pulling out his thumb.
“If shared among those with feelings for each other, it’s no longer just a kiss; it becomes magic,” he whispered, then kissed my lips, slowly grazing my lower lip with his teeth deliberately before biting it as I opened my mouth to feel his tongue against mine.
A soft moan escaped me when he thrust his tongue in, colliding it with mine.
This was what I wanted and what I had been looking forward to.
I was about to pull back when I felt his cold hand slide into my trousers, but he wouldn’t let me. His other hand kept me in place, and in just a minute, my mind went blank.
All I could feel was him, and each time he sucked on the tip of my tongue, I felt my knees weaken and my arousal intensify as he dominantly led me on.
The harder his lips and tongue were on mine, the more my nipples hardened.
He slightly pulled back and kissed the corner of my lips, then trailed his kisses to my neckline as a shiver spread throughout my body. Something hard was poking my ass, yet it felt so good that I even dared to imagine how nice it would be if it pressed against my pussy because I was wet down there and desperately in need of being fingered.
I let out a loud gasp and opened my eyes when his cold hand grabbed my ass cheek.
He looked puzzled by my reaction but soon composed himself.
“We should stop,” he whispered huskily, then pulled out his hand and dropped it.
“Why?” I asked in a daze.
“First of all, we are on the road, and secondly, I’m hard,” he answered, and in my mind, all I could think of was how that wasn’t really a big deal.
“This time, touching myself won’t be enough. If we proceed from here, I will fuck you with or without your consent. Is that how you want your first time to be? Taken by your mate in the middle of the road like a desperate animal?” he asked as I snapped out of my daze.
I quickly moved from his lap and sat on my side, looking out the window in embarrassment.
A second ago, I thought it wouldn’t be bad to have him embrace me. But when he asked if I wanted that in our situation, it became my wake-up call because I didn’t want that.
I didn’t know whether to say thank you for his consideration or to applaud him for being a gentleman at that moment.
I turned and glanced at the bulge in his trousers, then swallowed hard and looked at him. He looked very composed while he gazed straight ahead.
He was very hard, yet he was acting as if he was unaffected.
“I’ll live. With time, it will go down as long as you don’t do anything to provoke me,” he said, then started the car.
I looked ahead and chose not to think much about it. I needed to be on my best behavior in order to not provoke him, and that was exactly what I was going to do.