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she announced. “Thank you for a lovely evening!” She stood up quickly and headed for the lobby without bothering to see if Carver was following, but of course he was.
* * *
Carver leaned back in his chair and pretended to read, but all the while he watched Virginia with a smile of satisfaction. She could pretend all she wanted, but he could tell how much she wanted him. And he was willing to wait.
Her pupils were dilated with desire. Her breathing was fast. The delicious scent of her arousal perfumed the air, and she was doing everything she could to avoid him. Hanging out at the other end of the room. Trying not to walk too close to him.
He kept finding little ways to get close to her and brush up against her, because he enjoyed her stifled moans of frustration and arousal. Then he’d walk away. He’d told her he wouldn’t push sex on her, and he’d meant it.
She was sitting at the other end of the room, pretending to be reading when she’d just been staring at the same page for the last ten minutes, when her phone rang. He saw the look on her face when she saw the number. “I’ll be right back,” she said, and she stepped out onto the front porch to take the call.
He partially shifted so he could eavesdrop with his enhanced wolf hearing.
He heard her explaining the fake marriage to someone. Interesting. He knew she didn’t want her family to find out, and he knew that if she told anyone in Timber Valley, word would be all over town by the next day. So who was she talking to? It sounded like a male voice on the other end, but he couldn’t make out what the person was saying.
A lover? One whom she was reassuring she wasn’t really married? That thought made the hair sprout on his face and sent his fangs shooting out.
He frowned, concentrating. There was no passion in her voice; she was all business. He really didn’t believe that Virginia would deceive him on that level. If she had a man in her life, she would have told him.
“You’re sure you can find a replacement? I could come if it’s a real emergency… All right then,” he heard her say.
So it was work-related, he thought with relief, forcing his wolf back down.
She came back in with snow dusting her long, shiny brown hair. “Isn’t this snow amazing? There’s something about mountain snow that’s just better than regular snow,” she said. “We should go for another run tomorrow.”
“Yes, we should. Who was that on the phone?” he asked.
“Nobody.” She shrugged. “Just the clinic back at Timber Valley.” She avoided his eyes when she said that.
So she was lying. Interesting. Part of him wanted to push it, but he was consciously trying to avoid being the big bossy Alpha she perceived him to be.
Instead he got his revenge on her for the little lie by seizing her hands between his, bending down and running his lips over the back of her hand.
She let out a small, pained gasp, and her pupils grew huge.
“Don’t,” she choked, backing up against the wall.
He looked at her with big, innocent eyes. “Don’t what?” he asked. “Your hands are cold. I’m just warming them up.”
“You’re a bastard.” She stifled a whimper but didn’t try to pull away.
His cock was swollen and straining against his pants, and every time he moved, the friction of the fabric sliding across it drove him mad. But he refused to give in.
“All you have to do is say the word.” He smiled down at her. “Ask me for it.”
“Never,” she groaned, her cheeks flushed.
Good God, he
* * *
Carver leaned back in his chair and pretended to read, but all the while he watched Virginia with a smile of satisfaction. She could pretend all she wanted, but he could tell how much she wanted him. And he was willing to wait.
Her pupils were dilated with desire. Her breathing was fast. The delicious scent of her arousal perfumed the air, and she was doing everything she could to avoid him. Hanging out at the other end of the room. Trying not to walk too close to him.
He kept finding little ways to get close to her and brush up against her, because he enjoyed her stifled moans of frustration and arousal. Then he’d walk away. He’d told her he wouldn’t push sex on her, and he’d meant it.
She was sitting at the other end of the room, pretending to be reading when she’d just been staring at the same page for the last ten minutes, when her phone rang. He saw the look on her face when she saw the number. “I’ll be right back,” she said, and she stepped out onto the front porch to take the call.
He partially shifted so he could eavesdrop with his enhanced wolf hearing.
He heard her explaining the fake marriage to someone. Interesting. He knew she didn’t want her family to find out, and he knew that if she told anyone in Timber Valley, word would be all over town by the next day. So who was she talking to? It sounded like a male voice on the other end, but he couldn’t make out what the person was saying.
A lover? One whom she was reassuring she wasn’t really married? That thought made the hair sprout on his face and sent his fangs shooting out.
He frowned, concentrating. There was no passion in her voice; she was all business. He really didn’t believe that Virginia would deceive him on that level. If she had a man in her life, she would have told him.
“You’re sure you can find a replacement? I could come if it’s a real emergency… All right then,” he heard her say.
So it was work-related, he thought with relief, forcing his wolf back down.
She came back in with snow dusting her long, shiny brown hair. “Isn’t this snow amazing? There’s something about mountain snow that’s just better than regular snow,” she said. “We should go for another run tomorrow.”
“Yes, we should. Who was that on the phone?” he asked.
“Nobody.” She shrugged. “Just the clinic back at Timber Valley.” She avoided his eyes when she said that.
So she was lying. Interesting. Part of him wanted to push it, but he was consciously trying to avoid being the big bossy Alpha she perceived him to be.
Instead he got his revenge on her for the little lie by seizing her hands between his, bending down and running his lips over the back of her hand.
She let out a small, pained gasp, and her pupils grew huge.
“Don’t,” she choked, backing up against the wall.
He looked at her with big, innocent eyes. “Don’t what?” he asked. “Your hands are cold. I’m just warming them up.”
“You’re a bastard.” She stifled a whimper but didn’t try to pull away.
His cock was swollen and straining against his pants, and every time he moved, the friction of the fabric sliding across it drove him mad. But he refused to give in.
“All you have to do is say the word.” He smiled down at her. “Ask me for it.”
“Never,” she groaned, her cheeks flushed.
Good God, he
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