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humid air met her.
They walked together in the moonlight. This was just what Ainsley had wanted. But she hadn’t pictured being the one off balance. Julian was clearly in control of the situation and it was exciting and a little scary at the same time.
Three street lamps winked in the velvety darkness, showing the path through the woods.
Little red riding hood went off through the woods to her grandmother’s house…
Only who was the wolf in this story?
Ainsley almost giggled. It would be very silly of her to be scared of being alone in the woods with a man.
Julian’s hand slid down between her shoulder blades to the small of her back again and she inadvertently shivered with pleasure.
“Are you cold?” he asked, letting his eyes trail slowly down her body.
Ainsley shook her head before she could think the better of it. She was never cold. That was one of the special things about being a wolf. She always ran hot. Of course now he knew her shiver was because of his stupid hand.
He smiled to himself and they continued to walk silently. They were nearing the thickest part of the trees.
She had a flash from her dream of Brian.
These very same trees.
One of them was the one he pinned her against in his passion. Somewhere nearby was where they found his body.
She shivered again, this time not from Julian’s touch, and pushed the thoughts out of her mind. She had spent a decade trying to forget that day. She was very good at it.
Julian began to trace tiny circles on her back with his thumb, drawing her attention back. Around, and around, until all she could think about was his touch and imagine it elsewhere. She stole a glance up at him.
His cold blue eyes locked with hers. She willed him to toss his briefcase to the ground, wrap his thin fingers around her shoulders, and pull her in for a kiss.
He didn’t.
Instead they walked on for a few more quiet minutes, his circling thumb creating an agony of anticipation. Ainsley was consoled when her wolf smelled Julian’s excitement rise and heard his heartbeat thunder.
At least she wasn’t the only one feeling this way.
They reached the fork between the path to town and the path to the house for visiting profs. She paused, knowing that they should part ways here.
Julian moved her firmly toward the path home.
“I’m coming home with you,” he said matter-of-factly.
Ainsley felt a tiny thrill of victory.
It was followed immediately by a stab of panic. The house was a mess of papers, and though it looked better after today’s work, she wasn’t about to entertain there. Plus there was something about taking a guy to her parents’ home at night. It felt all wrong.
She stopped walking.
“Julian, I’m sorry but we just met-”
“Please,” he whispered. “I’ve never met anyone like you. We’re so alike. I know you feel it too.”
His sudden sincerity was disarming. She looked up at him and he gazed back with a longing in his eyes that tugged at places inside her.
“Who else is staying at Thayer House?” she heard herself ask.
“Just me.”
“Let’s go there.”
An odd look flitted across his face for an instant. Before she could interpret it, he took her hand and marched her down the path to Thayer. She felt like an errant child being dragged out of a store. The idea of 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
They walked together in the moonlight. This was just what Ainsley had wanted. But she hadn’t pictured being the one off balance. Julian was clearly in control of the situation and it was exciting and a little scary at the same time.
Three street lamps winked in the velvety darkness, showing the path through the woods.
Little red riding hood went off through the woods to her grandmother’s house…
Only who was the wolf in this story?
Ainsley almost giggled. It would be very silly of her to be scared of being alone in the woods with a man.
Julian’s hand slid down between her shoulder blades to the small of her back again and she inadvertently shivered with pleasure.
“Are you cold?” he asked, letting his eyes trail slowly down her body.
Ainsley shook her head before she could think the better of it. She was never cold. That was one of the special things about being a wolf. She always ran hot. Of course now he knew her shiver was because of his stupid hand.
He smiled to himself and they continued to walk silently. They were nearing the thickest part of the trees.
She had a flash from her dream of Brian.
These very same trees.
One of them was the one he pinned her against in his passion. Somewhere nearby was where they found his body.
She shivered again, this time not from Julian’s touch, and pushed the thoughts out of her mind. She had spent a decade trying to forget that day. She was very good at it.
Julian began to trace tiny circles on her back with his thumb, drawing her attention back. Around, and around, until all she could think about was his touch and imagine it elsewhere. She stole a glance up at him.
His cold blue eyes locked with hers. She willed him to toss his briefcase to the ground, wrap his thin fingers around her shoulders, and pull her in for a kiss.
He didn’t.
Instead they walked on for a few more quiet minutes, his circling thumb creating an agony of anticipation. Ainsley was consoled when her wolf smelled Julian’s excitement rise and heard his heartbeat thunder.
At least she wasn’t the only one feeling this way.
They reached the fork between the path to town and the path to the house for visiting profs. She paused, knowing that they should part ways here.
Julian moved her firmly toward the path home.
“I’m coming home with you,” he said matter-of-factly.
Ainsley felt a tiny thrill of victory.
It was followed immediately by a stab of panic. The house was a mess of papers, and though it looked better after today’s work, she wasn’t about to entertain there. Plus there was something about taking a guy to her parents’ home at night. It felt all wrong.
She stopped walking.
“Julian, I’m sorry but we just met-”
“Please,” he whispered. “I’ve never met anyone like you. We’re so alike. I know you feel it too.”
His sudden sincerity was disarming. She looked up at him and he gazed back with a longing in his eyes that tugged at places inside her.
“Who else is staying at Thayer House?” she heard herself ask.
“Just me.”
“Let’s go there.”
An odd look flitted across his face for an instant. Before she could interpret it, he took her hand and marched her down the path to Thayer. She felt like an errant child being dragged out of a store. The idea of 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
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