“Sorry.” He pulled his hands back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Not touching you is going to take some work on my part. I don’t want to stop. Now, what did you have in mind?”
Tessa swallowed hard. He was doing something weird to her hormones. “I had planned on living in the house while renovations were going on.”
He nodded. “Of course you’ll live here. You’ve seen the upstairs is livable. If you draw up plans for what you want done on the other levels, I can get to work on them this week.”
“I’ll live here? You’re okay with that?”
Mark’s eyes flashed dark. “I wouldn’t dream of you living anywhere else.”
Suspicion snuck in. “And where are you going to live?”
“Here. With you.”
That’s what she’d figured. “Where, exactly, do you think I’m going to sleep?”
“With me.”
Tessa sighed. “What part of ‘not mates’ do you not understand?”
Mark growled at her. A low, rumbly noise that made her inner cat sit up and preen. “You go around kissing everyone out of the blue the first time you meet them?”
What? “Oh, outside.” Tessa shrugged. “I thought it was some kind of Alaskan greeting ritual.”
He leaned in closer. “You like sex, right?”
Her cat answered faster than the human side. She was straddling his lap, licking the side of his neck in two seconds flat. Hmmm, salty and delicious. She could go for—
Mark dragged his hands down her back until he could hang on to her hips, his grip nearly wrapping around her. “You won’t be kissing anyone else like that anymore. You want to go slow with the forever part of this—I’ll give you that. But unless you want to be celibate for the next however long it takes for us to fall in love…?”
Oh dear. Tessa pulled back and gazed into his eyes. “I’m not some kind of hussy who can’t control myself.”
“I didn’t think you were. But you’re a cat. You’re a shifter. When you need some satisfaction on the physical side, look no further than me. Consider me your own personal cat nip.”
He used her hips to pull her higher, and her core slipped over the very solid ridge in his jeans. “Oh, my.”
His voice dropped a notch. “I won’t bite you until you say I can. But I will be there for you. Here at the B&B. While you explore your new home town…”
“Will you take me to visit the pack?” That would be the ultimate in acceptance, or so she’d heard.
He never even paused. “…when we meet the pack. I’ll be there for you everywhere, including in bed.”
His pupils dilated as she watched. An eerie but cool sensation snuck over her. It seemed her trip to the north had become more complicated than she’d imagined.
Soft, sweet-smelling woman in his lap, a plan in place for the future. While he hated that she’d said no to being mates right now, Mark couldn’t fault her for anything else.
Only if they didn’t move, he was going to have a tough time not acting on his wolf’s urgings and stripping her down and taking her right there in his office.
A loud bark rang from the doorway, and they both turned to face his Gramps, who had shifted to his wolf and now paced around the chair they occupied.
Tessa stiffened. “Oops?”
“Don’t worry. He’s a wolf. He knows what’s going on. Well, most of it.” Mark leaned over and waved. “You heading back to the lodge?”
His Gramps dipped his chin, yipped a couple times. His final howl echoed off the walls as he headed out the door and left them alone.
“He said it was great meeting you, and he hopes to see you soon.” Mark refrained from interpreting the rest of the old man’s comments to Tessa. She didn’t need to know what else his grandfather had suggested.
Then again, she was a shifter. She probably knew.
Tessa leaned away until her arms were fully stretched out. “So. Now what?”
“Now we get you settled.” Mark couldn’t wait to have her things in his place. Their scents mixing together, as well as a visible sign of them as a couple. “After that you can tell me what you’ve got in mind for the other floors, and I’ll do some preliminary drafts so we can get started on renovations.”
She tilted her head. “You are a most interesting person. Does nothing faze you? I mean, I tossed a lot at you today, and yet you seem so calm and relaxed. How do you do that?”
“Good genes.”
Tessa smiled. “I’d noticed that as well.”
She leaned in and brushed her lips against his cheek before crawling off his lap and tugging him upward. “I think your plan is awesome. And thank you. I’d far prefer to live here than at some hotel. We can have all kinds of fun together as we work on the project.”
Fun. Oh goody. “Sounds great.” He forced out the words. Really? Fun?
Damn.
She took off down the stairs like she was jet propelled. Mark followed more leisurely. If she was happy running at high RPM, who was he to try to change her?
Although, when he opened the front door and discovered she’d already returned with an armload of luggage, he wondered. “How do you move so fast?”
She sparkled at him. “Good genes, I guess.”