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her chest to cup her breasts. If she hadnât seen his handsâone stashed behind his head, the other draped across his stomachâshe wouldâve sworn on her motherâs urn that his fingers pinched her nipples. Exquisitely sensitive, the tight buds stung from straining against her shirt.
His charged gaze continued its downward journey and settled at the juncture between her legs. Cassie wore a T-shirt and jersey shorts, so he couldnât see anything. Still, a wicked smile shaped his mouth, and she knew he was picturing her naked.
Heâd be disappointed. She wasnât generously endowed or overly curvy. Her breasts were small and slightly flared hips gave her a feminine silhouette, but sheâd never be the willowy ingenue men seemed to crave. She was simply too short, too pale, and her tangled mop of red hair had earned her the nickname Raggedy Cassie in kindergarten. She doubted grown men thought any differently. After all, didnât they all prefer blondes?
Briceâs eyes lifted to the spiral curls that had fallen over her shoulder. His gaze slid leisurely along the strands and landed back on her crotch. His brow lowered a little in a contemplative stare.
If she were a betting woman, sheâd wager that Brice wondered if the carpet matched the curtains.
It did, to the exact shade, and Cassie pondered if he also speculated if the carpet was silky or coarse. Not that it mattered. Just because she saw his didnât mean sheâd show him hers.
Because if she did, sheâd want him to do more than look. For starters, if he stroked her nub with the thumb heâd brushed across her cheek...well, she wasnât quite sure what it might do to her, but thinking about it caused heat to flash in her core and dangerous thoughts to cross her mind.
A naked man lay in her bed. A man she was inexplicably attracted to, against all reason. She would be a fool to fling herself at her employersâ son and her landladyâs grandson. She would be out of her mind to have sex with a man who wasnât human.
Somehow, that last part wasnât the deterrent it shouldâve been.
She didnât know much about wolves, but if they were anything like dogs, the males would jump any female in heat in order to impregnate her.
Cassie wanted to avoid that scenario at all costs. She wasnât on birth control because, frankly, she had no intention of having sexual relations with a man for a long time. She had goals to meet and dreams to achieve before she could give herself to a man.
Celibacy had been a no-brainer choice until he showed up, naked!
And touched her, and held her, and inspired all sorts of wicked ideas about things she shouldnât think about but her body now insisted on investigating.
âDamn. That feels good.â Briceâs voice yanked Cassie out of her reverie. His eyes closed in near-sleep, his body relaxed. Hers, however, had become a frazzle of nerves and need. Evidenced by damp panties and the urge to crawl up Briceâs body and hump him to oblivion.
She scowled at him. After all, her predicament was all his fault.
She waited until her irritation and horniness mellowed before working her fingers over his knee and down his swollen calf.
Brice yanked his leg from her hands. âGoddamn, that hurts!â
âThe massage will increase circulation and reduce the swelling,â Cassie said. âTrust me. You will feel much better when Iâm done.â
âHow do you know?â Brice propped on his elbow, his mouth scrunched in a suspicious grimace.
âIt always helped my mom.â Cassie coaxed his leg back onto the towel-covered pillow. Starting again, she rubbed slow, methodical circles over his rock-solid muscles. Of their own accord, her eyes followed the line of his thighs beneath the sheets, the swirls of dark hair and scars across his rippled abs and taut chest, the square cut of his chin, the fullness of his masculine lips, the
His charged gaze continued its downward journey and settled at the juncture between her legs. Cassie wore a T-shirt and jersey shorts, so he couldnât see anything. Still, a wicked smile shaped his mouth, and she knew he was picturing her naked.
Heâd be disappointed. She wasnât generously endowed or overly curvy. Her breasts were small and slightly flared hips gave her a feminine silhouette, but sheâd never be the willowy ingenue men seemed to crave. She was simply too short, too pale, and her tangled mop of red hair had earned her the nickname Raggedy Cassie in kindergarten. She doubted grown men thought any differently. After all, didnât they all prefer blondes?
Briceâs eyes lifted to the spiral curls that had fallen over her shoulder. His gaze slid leisurely along the strands and landed back on her crotch. His brow lowered a little in a contemplative stare.
If she were a betting woman, sheâd wager that Brice wondered if the carpet matched the curtains.
It did, to the exact shade, and Cassie pondered if he also speculated if the carpet was silky or coarse. Not that it mattered. Just because she saw his didnât mean sheâd show him hers.
Because if she did, sheâd want him to do more than look. For starters, if he stroked her nub with the thumb heâd brushed across her cheek...well, she wasnât quite sure what it might do to her, but thinking about it caused heat to flash in her core and dangerous thoughts to cross her mind.
A naked man lay in her bed. A man she was inexplicably attracted to, against all reason. She would be a fool to fling herself at her employersâ son and her landladyâs grandson. She would be out of her mind to have sex with a man who wasnât human.
Somehow, that last part wasnât the deterrent it shouldâve been.
She didnât know much about wolves, but if they were anything like dogs, the males would jump any female in heat in order to impregnate her.
Cassie wanted to avoid that scenario at all costs. She wasnât on birth control because, frankly, she had no intention of having sexual relations with a man for a long time. She had goals to meet and dreams to achieve before she could give herself to a man.
Celibacy had been a no-brainer choice until he showed up, naked!
And touched her, and held her, and inspired all sorts of wicked ideas about things she shouldnât think about but her body now insisted on investigating.
âDamn. That feels good.â Briceâs voice yanked Cassie out of her reverie. His eyes closed in near-sleep, his body relaxed. Hers, however, had become a frazzle of nerves and need. Evidenced by damp panties and the urge to crawl up Briceâs body and hump him to oblivion.
She scowled at him. After all, her predicament was all his fault.
She waited until her irritation and horniness mellowed before working her fingers over his knee and down his swollen calf.
Brice yanked his leg from her hands. âGoddamn, that hurts!â
âThe massage will increase circulation and reduce the swelling,â Cassie said. âTrust me. You will feel much better when Iâm done.â
âHow do you know?â Brice propped on his elbow, his mouth scrunched in a suspicious grimace.
âIt always helped my mom.â Cassie coaxed his leg back onto the towel-covered pillow. Starting again, she rubbed slow, methodical circles over his rock-solid muscles. Of their own accord, her eyes followed the line of his thighs beneath the sheets, the swirls of dark hair and scars across his rippled abs and taut chest, the square cut of his chin, the fullness of his masculine lips, the
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