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But what really blows me away is his hair. It's thick and dark and shaggy, and I wonder what it would feel like to have the strands fall across my bare, aching breasts.
The thought is embarrassingly inappropriate and for a second, I feel myself flush again, but this time there's a different sort of warmth in my belly.
His hands tighten on my arms, and his nostrils flare. I see the muscles in his arms flex, and his chest starts heaving up and down as he continues to stare at me.
"What's your name, dollface?"
I blink, caught off guard but hear myself answer him, "Alicia."
"Alicia." He repeats my name with a note of wonder in his voice, and I press my legs together to ease the throbbing between my legs.
Why am I reacting to this man this way?
My body trembles, and he frowns when he feels it, his eyes skating down over me.
"You cold, honey?"
I melt a little more at the way he calls me 'honey.' And hell no, I'm not cold. I'm on fire, but I nod my head anyway.
"It's no wonder," he grumbles, his eyes heating as they flick over me disapprovingly again. "You're barely wearing anything."
"What?" I stammer as I look down at myself. I'm just wearing shorts and a tank top. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
He barks out a strained chuckle as he leans so close to me his breath skims over my ear, making me shiver again. "Have you not noticed that every man in this truck stop is staring at you?"
My face flames as I turn and look around and finally notice what he's talking about. Thereareseveral pairs of eyes on me, and they all wear the same lecherous look my stepdad used to give me all the time.
I subconsciously press closer to whoever this huge man is, my eyes widening when I feel something impossibly hard pressing against my ass.
I tilt my head up to look back at him, and he's staring down at me with a look in his eyes that makes my breath catch.
"You never told me your name," I whisper.
"Blake." His voice comes out husky and rough, like sandpaper.
"Blake," I repeat his name just like he did mine, and I feel that hardness jerk against my backside.
He doesn't even try to hide it. Instead, he growls and grips my hips. "You're enough to start a war, you know that little girl? Who let you out of the house like that?"
I don't know why, but his comments make me flush with pleasure. "No one," I say. "I'm eighteen. I can do what I want."
He pulls me closer to him, subtly grinding that huge part of himself against my ass. "Like hell you can," he growls in my ear where only I can hear. "Look around, honey. These men are hungry wolves, and you're the prey they're wanting to fight over. You need an alpha who's going to protect you."
I peek another glance up at him, my heart racing at his words and his close proximity. This has got to be the craziest thing that's ever happened to me, but I'd be lying if I said I'm not digging every minute of it.
"You're an alpha?" I whisper as he runs his hand down my arm.
He doesn't answer. Instead, he laces his fingers through mine and pulls me along with him towards the truck stop restaurant. I want to question him, but the further we get into the restaurant, the more I'm distracted by how many people are staring at us.
I'm not just talking about the dinner crowd. There's an entire family at the table with their eyes glued to the way Blake leads me to our booth and slams himself in the seat across from me.
Blake ignores them completely, his eyes locked on me. "Stay here," he says.
He leaves me there, stunned and trembling with excitement, and strides to the counter.
I watch as he orders two coffees and two double cheeseburgers with fries.
He carries the food back over to the table and places it all in front of me.
