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Authors: Christine Warren
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shoulder and found herself staring straight at the fly of his blue jeans—which was unfastened—and the intriguing shadows that filled it. She swallowed hard and tried to pretend her legs hadn’t gone all liquid. She clutched her clothes to her chest and yanked her gaze away from his groin, dragging it up over his well-muscled and beautifully furred chest. That did nothing for the liquid problem. In fact, it only compounded it. She could feel her pussy growing damp, despite the raw, sore feeling it had protested about only a few minutes ago.
Christine Warren
Fur Factor
36
Darn thing doesn’t know what’s good for it .
When her eyes finally made it as high as his face, she saw the look of amusement there and stiffened. “That was rude. I was talking to someone.” He folded his arms across his chest and gave her a stern look. “You were planning on leaving without saying goodbye. I consider that to be pretty rude.” The challenge of maintaining her dignity while stark naked and kneeling at the feet of a gorgeous hunk of a werewolf made Missy fidgety. It also made her lie. “I never planned on not saying goodbye. I was just going to—“
“’Sneak out of here.’ I heard.”
She was thoroughly sick of staring up at him, but until she figured out how to distribute her pathetic bundle of clothes to cover all vital areas, she thought she’d stay put. “Sneak is just an expression.”
“Which means to move stealthily in an attempt to avoid detection.” He prowled a step closer to her, and she scooted a few inches further away. In a minute she’d have rug burn to go along with her whisker burn. “That sounds pretty rude to me, Missy.” She halted in mid scoot. “What did you call me?”
“Missy.”
She latched onto it like a barnacle to the bottom of a boat, and stress made her snap things she never normally would have said. “Oh, so now you remember my name? Last night you didn’t even remember meeting me before.” He scowled. “I was…distracted.”
“I don’t care if you were struck temporarily brain dead. You don’t forget someone you walked down a church aisle with!”
“It’s not like it was our wedding. I was there for about fifteen minutes before I got the call that the club’s kitchen was on fire, and I’m sorry if I didn’t spend the entire time—“ He cut himself off. “Wait a minute, what the hell am I doing? This is completely not the point. The point is that you are not going anywhere right now.” Missy stopped inching toward the door and bit her lower lip. “Well, you can’t keep me here.”
“Wanna bet?”
Before she could manage a properly outraged response, he grabbed her by the upper arms and tossed her gently down onto the bed. She bounced twice, which made it difficult to scramble away before he coiled his muscles and leapt up after her. At that point, the fact that she had two hundred pounds of grinning werewolf lying on top of her made it impossible. Either way, he had her trapped.
She stared up at him with her mouth hanging open and her eyes practically popping out of her skull.
His grin widened. “You were saying?”
Christine Warren
Fur Factor
37
Something made rather irrelevant by her present position. “Okay, poor choice of words, since you obviously can keep me wherever you want me. But it’s still illegal and immoral. And really mean.”
He shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a werewolf. Haven’t you heard? We’re monsters.”
“You are not,” she retorted, wriggling experimentally beneath him. “So if you’re done showing off and acting all big and bad, would you mind getting off me?” Her wiggling brought her hips up against the pronounced swelling of his erection, concealed by his jeans, and he growled softly, his eyes going all glowy and aroused again. “As a matter of fact, I would,” he said, lowering his head to flick his tongue against the turned-down corner of her pouting mouth. “I think I like it right here.” Her
Christine Warren
Fur Factor
36
Darn thing doesn’t know what’s good for it .
When her eyes finally made it as high as his face, she saw the look of amusement there and stiffened. “That was rude. I was talking to someone.” He folded his arms across his chest and gave her a stern look. “You were planning on leaving without saying goodbye. I consider that to be pretty rude.” The challenge of maintaining her dignity while stark naked and kneeling at the feet of a gorgeous hunk of a werewolf made Missy fidgety. It also made her lie. “I never planned on not saying goodbye. I was just going to—“
“’Sneak out of here.’ I heard.”
She was thoroughly sick of staring up at him, but until she figured out how to distribute her pathetic bundle of clothes to cover all vital areas, she thought she’d stay put. “Sneak is just an expression.”
“Which means to move stealthily in an attempt to avoid detection.” He prowled a step closer to her, and she scooted a few inches further away. In a minute she’d have rug burn to go along with her whisker burn. “That sounds pretty rude to me, Missy.” She halted in mid scoot. “What did you call me?”
“Missy.”
She latched onto it like a barnacle to the bottom of a boat, and stress made her snap things she never normally would have said. “Oh, so now you remember my name? Last night you didn’t even remember meeting me before.” He scowled. “I was…distracted.”
“I don’t care if you were struck temporarily brain dead. You don’t forget someone you walked down a church aisle with!”
“It’s not like it was our wedding. I was there for about fifteen minutes before I got the call that the club’s kitchen was on fire, and I’m sorry if I didn’t spend the entire time—“ He cut himself off. “Wait a minute, what the hell am I doing? This is completely not the point. The point is that you are not going anywhere right now.” Missy stopped inching toward the door and bit her lower lip. “Well, you can’t keep me here.”
“Wanna bet?”
Before she could manage a properly outraged response, he grabbed her by the upper arms and tossed her gently down onto the bed. She bounced twice, which made it difficult to scramble away before he coiled his muscles and leapt up after her. At that point, the fact that she had two hundred pounds of grinning werewolf lying on top of her made it impossible. Either way, he had her trapped.
She stared up at him with her mouth hanging open and her eyes practically popping out of her skull.
His grin widened. “You were saying?”
Christine Warren
Fur Factor
37
Something made rather irrelevant by her present position. “Okay, poor choice of words, since you obviously can keep me wherever you want me. But it’s still illegal and immoral. And really mean.”
He shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a werewolf. Haven’t you heard? We’re monsters.”
“You are not,” she retorted, wriggling experimentally beneath him. “So if you’re done showing off and acting all big and bad, would you mind getting off me?” Her wiggling brought her hips up against the pronounced swelling of his erection, concealed by his jeans, and he growled softly, his eyes going all glowy and aroused again. “As a matter of fact, I would,” he said, lowering his head to flick his tongue against the turned-down corner of her pouting mouth. “I think I like it right here.” Her
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