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it made her want to giggle again. But Julian was so serious she knew it would only delay their progress. And Ainsley wasn’t sure she could handle a delay.
They flew up the mossy stone stairs of the old house. The overhang of the cedar shake roof made the stone cottage look like something out of a fairy tale.
My, grandma, what big eyes you have.
As she usually did in intense situations, Ainsley worried a little about holding her wolf. It wasn’t the wolf’s time, but this place seemed to be goading it, loosing it enough that it could poke out its snout and revel in the wealth of sounds and smells.
And Julian was luring it out – it was fascinated with him. More so than anyone else she’d been with.
What was so special about him?
Chapter 20
J ulian rattled the key into the lock and flung open the door.
There was a large sitting room encircled by arched leaded glass windows. A low fire crackled in the fireplace. Soft oriental rugs carpeted the floor.
Julian dropped his briefcase and shut the door behind them. It was the first time he had broken physical contact with her since they’d left Scott Hall.
She stood in front of the fire, suddenly less sure she was making the right decision. When he turned back to her she felt nervous.
He smiled.
“Would you like a glass of wine?”
She shook her head shyly.
He stepped out of his shoes and slipped off his jacket, hanging it neatly on the hook by the door.
“A cup of tea?”
She shook her head again.
He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and slowly pulled off his tie, hanging it on the hook over his jacket. Ainsley licked her lips and smoothed her dress over her hips.
“Then let’s get those shoes off,” he suggested, gesturing to the inglenook benches on each side of the fireplace.
Ainsley perched on one of the benches. Julian knelt at her feet and slipped off one sandal and then the other. His lips turned up in admiration and she wasn’t sure if it was because he recognized the expensive shoes or he liked being on his knees between her legs. She hoped it might be both. He placed the sandals carefully under the opposite bench.
Most guys would have thought it was cool to hurl her shoes across the room in passion. Or they might have carelessly put them on the threshold of the fireplace where she could either ruin the moment by moving them or spend the whole night with a nagging worry that they might end up on fire.
Before her nervous brain could find something else to think about, he turned back to her.
“Is that better?” he asked.
Ainsley nodded. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so quiet.
“Good girl.” He reached up and smoothed the fabric down over her thighs with a playful smile.
She stared wordlessly at his hands as they gently but firmly caressed her through the thin dress.
“So soft,” he mused. “No wonder you’re constantly smoothing your skirt down. I could do this all night.”
Waves of longing coursed through Ainsley. She wanted to tangle her fingers in his hair and pull him to her. She wanted to unbutton his shirt and lick his chest.
His hands never stopped their slow stroking, but her wolf could hear his pulse hammering and it pawed at the bars, claws scraping.
Ainsley closed her eyes and took a careful breath. Slow down, be careful. It shouldn’t be this hard so soon. The wolf drew back a little. Ainsley opened her eyes.
Julian had stopped stroking her thighs and was looking up at her.
“What’s wrong?”
Wasn’t that a terrific question?
Gee, Julian, I’m sorry. You’re making me so hot I can’t think straight but I can’t really let go because I might turn into a giant wolf and maul you.
“Nothing.”
“Ainsley, you’re a very sexy young woman.” His hands went back to her thighs. “And you’ll have to forgive me for trying to seduce you. Of course we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
But as he spoke, he slipped his hands under her dress and firmly pushed it
They flew up the mossy stone stairs of the old house. The overhang of the cedar shake roof made the stone cottage look like something out of a fairy tale.
My, grandma, what big eyes you have.
As she usually did in intense situations, Ainsley worried a little about holding her wolf. It wasn’t the wolf’s time, but this place seemed to be goading it, loosing it enough that it could poke out its snout and revel in the wealth of sounds and smells.
And Julian was luring it out – it was fascinated with him. More so than anyone else she’d been with.
What was so special about him?
Chapter 20
J ulian rattled the key into the lock and flung open the door.
There was a large sitting room encircled by arched leaded glass windows. A low fire crackled in the fireplace. Soft oriental rugs carpeted the floor.
Julian dropped his briefcase and shut the door behind them. It was the first time he had broken physical contact with her since they’d left Scott Hall.
She stood in front of the fire, suddenly less sure she was making the right decision. When he turned back to her she felt nervous.
He smiled.
“Would you like a glass of wine?”
She shook her head shyly.
He stepped out of his shoes and slipped off his jacket, hanging it neatly on the hook by the door.
“A cup of tea?”
She shook her head again.
He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and slowly pulled off his tie, hanging it on the hook over his jacket. Ainsley licked her lips and smoothed her dress over her hips.
“Then let’s get those shoes off,” he suggested, gesturing to the inglenook benches on each side of the fireplace.
Ainsley perched on one of the benches. Julian knelt at her feet and slipped off one sandal and then the other. His lips turned up in admiration and she wasn’t sure if it was because he recognized the expensive shoes or he liked being on his knees between her legs. She hoped it might be both. He placed the sandals carefully under the opposite bench.
Most guys would have thought it was cool to hurl her shoes across the room in passion. Or they might have carelessly put them on the threshold of the fireplace where she could either ruin the moment by moving them or spend the whole night with a nagging worry that they might end up on fire.
Before her nervous brain could find something else to think about, he turned back to her.
“Is that better?” he asked.
Ainsley nodded. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so quiet.
“Good girl.” He reached up and smoothed the fabric down over her thighs with a playful smile.
She stared wordlessly at his hands as they gently but firmly caressed her through the thin dress.
“So soft,” he mused. “No wonder you’re constantly smoothing your skirt down. I could do this all night.”
Waves of longing coursed through Ainsley. She wanted to tangle her fingers in his hair and pull him to her. She wanted to unbutton his shirt and lick his chest.
His hands never stopped their slow stroking, but her wolf could hear his pulse hammering and it pawed at the bars, claws scraping.
Ainsley closed her eyes and took a careful breath. Slow down, be careful. It shouldn’t be this hard so soon. The wolf drew back a little. Ainsley opened her eyes.
Julian had stopped stroking her thighs and was looking up at her.
“What’s wrong?”
Wasn’t that a terrific question?
Gee, Julian, I’m sorry. You’re making me so hot I can’t think straight but I can’t really let go because I might turn into a giant wolf and maul you.
“Nothing.”
“Ainsley, you’re a very sexy young woman.” His hands went back to her thighs. “And you’ll have to forgive me for trying to seduce you. Of course we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
But as he spoke, he slipped his hands under her dress and firmly pushed it
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