The Pack's Doctor novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Killing.

Yara.

I laugh when I'm embarrassed. It's a completely inappropriate response, but I can't seem to help myself. So, when Warren pulls away from our kiss, a kiss that I totally got swept away in, I'm mortified. He's naked and I'm practically naked and I was pressing my body against his. If Charlie hadn't interrupted us, there's no telling what would have happened. And Warren is still recovering. At least that's what I tell myself.

Of course, the only way for me to hide my inappropriate response is to press my face against Warren's bare chest, his rock-hard chest. Wow! My fingers twitch to touch him, to see if every muscle on his body is this hard and strong. As a doctor who worked in the human hospitals, I know what a 'muscular'

man feels like. Compared to them, Warren feels like granite.

So now I'm even more embarrassed. I have no idea how to get out of this gracefully, but when I look up, ready to make some snarky comment, Warren's face, usually so fierce and intense, is soft and there's a hint of a smile on his face. Shit! If I thought the man was sexy before, putting a smile on his face makes him panty-dropping sexy. And his eyes may be soft, but they are no less intense.

"I love the sound of your laugh. You should laugh more," he says softly, his deep voice making my core clench. I swear I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs and based on the way his nostrils flare, I'm pretty sure it did.

"Right, well, you should smile more," I say quickly ducking under his arm and away from him. I can barely breathe when he's looking at me like that.

"Here's a towel," I say, handing it to him without looking at him.

When he doesn't take it, I start to turn, only to feel his hands, pushing my t-shirt over my head, making me yelp in surprise.

"What are you doing?" I exclaim.

"You're dripping water all over my floor. You wouldn't want me to slip and fall, would you?" he asks in a teasing tone.

I open my mouth to say something, realizing again that I feel caught in the trap of this man's eyes. However, when his eyes begin drinking in my body, I snatch the other towel I brought for me and quickly wrap it around myself.

Once again, my cheeks are so hot that I feel like they're on fire.

But when I look back at him, he's smiling that sweet smile at me.

"You're beautiful. But I was right, you're too thin. Come on, let's go eat," he says, finally wrapping his towel around his waist.

"I'll meet you out there. I need to put some clothes on."

He stares at me a moment, but I don't look at him, waiting for him to walk out as I clutch the towel to my body. Finally, he begins to hobble past me and at the last minute, he grabs the corner of the towel and yanks it off my body.

"If you need a towel, you know where to find me," he smirks before walking out.

I stare at him a moment, my mouth hanging wide open, before I snap it shut and begin pulling on his clothes.

"Of all the arrogant Alpha things to do..." I mumble as I pull on his shorts. I got these because they have a drawstring. Thankfully, Warren has a narrow waist and hips, with the most incredible adonis belt I've ever seen. His broad shoulders give him a deep V and the line of hair from his belly button to his.

"What is wrong with me? Get your head out of clouds, Yar," I tell myself. When I pull the shirt on over my head, I realize that I probably didn't need the shorts. The man is so broad and already being taller than I am, his shirt falls just above my knees. I pull it up, tying it in a knot to keep it out of my way. This shirt is black, so I don't have to worry about getting wet again.

When I step out into Warren's bedroom, I see that he's set up a place to eat. There are two plates.

"Are you expecting company?" I ask him.

He turns and raises that damn eyebrow at me. "I have company, and I'm very interested to know what you were thinking about when your head was in the clouds," he says, smiling in a way that makes me think he already knows. Damn the man.

I ignore that, looking around the room. "Where's Charlie?"

"Gone. I had no intention of letting him see what's mine, especially after I snagged your towel. I was really hoping you'd come get it," he says smirking.

However, one part of his sentence stands out to me. "I don't belong to you. I'm not a possession."