He approached slowly. “The river is hard
to resist. I swim here sometimes.” About a pace away his breath left him when
his gaze alighted on the V between her legs where her thighs met as she sat on
the end of the jetty. The breeze had picked up the end of her shirt, blowing it
back to display the black silk panties she wore. They stopped way below her
hips and an expanse of creamy skin greeted his hungry gaze. He couldn’t tear
his eyes from the enticing sight. Her voice reached him through a fog of lust.
“You live in town then?”
Joshua raised his eyes to her face. She
showed no signs of knowing he stared at her body, or of worry that she showed
off her panties. Well, if she were
swimming, she’d be wearing a bikini, so I guess I’d be ogling the same kind of
view. He smiled at his thought and her, a flood of some warm emotion
mellowing his previous bad temper. He drank in the sight of her, her huge
golden-green eyes, pert button nose, those luscious lips, the endearing
sprinkle of freckles across her cheeks, and the silky tendrils of hair
caressing her lovely neck. He’d never felt anything like the rush of intense
desire and tenderness that forced him to squat beside her. “I do live here. I
was born here.” His cock was hardening and the squat helped him disguise the
bulge in his jeans. A sigh rose in his throat. His wolf nature knelt before her. How
good would it be to kiss her? How would it feel to sink my cock in her pussy?
She’s so lovely. Lovely wasn’t a word Joshua used too much in his life, but
now lovely echoed in his brain all
the time. He quickly licked his suddenly dry lips. “I’ve not seen you before.
Are you a tourist?” Lovely one, he
added in his mind.
He shuffled to sit close and took off
his boots. Without rolling up his jeans, he splashed his feet into the water
and the faded denim at his ankles darkened. He turned his head to enjoy the
sight and sound of her, whoever she was, because he hadn’t yet discovered her
name, but that didn’t matter, she was his, she’d be his. He only had to reach
out and claim her. This was his mate. Certainty settled on him.
* * * *
Dani Cruz gazed down into the river
where the wildly gorgeous man wriggled his toes in the water. Without him
noticing, she hoped, she’d counted the ways he was delicious. Tall and so
ripped, her mouth had watered thinking about trailing her fingers and tongue up
his abs. His eyes were the most remarkable shade of blue. Dani remembered a
Crayola she’d owned as a child called periwinkle blue—that was it—the color of
his eyes. And his eyelashes—to die for, dark sweeps against his cheeks as he’d
momentarily closed his eyes. She ached to touch him and run her fingers in his
thick dark hair. He couldn’t be more than twenty-seven, but there were already
silver strands among the dark and that intrigued Dani. There’s something hidden within him…unless I’m mistaken—something very
like me and how welcome that will be. I can’t tell for sure yet, not with my
sense of smell so diminished. I need to get closer. Mmm…
The bottom of a swirling black tattoo
peeked out from under one sleeve of his T-shirt and as he’d hunkered down, she
caught a glimpse of another pattern low on his stomach. Temptation clawed at
her. She imaged tracing her finger down the pattern into his jeans, and
contacting the delicious erection she knew he’d tried to hide. The thought
forced her nipples to peak even in the warmth of the day.
He’d stared at her with such frank
desire and sexual need in his eyes it made her pussy clench. She’d almost
reached out and run her hand along his delicious jaw when he squatted close to
her. Whoever he was she wanted to know him. She wanted him in a way she’d never
experienced. The atmosphere between them sizzled with sexual attraction. If I’m not careful, I’ll simply jam up
against him as if we’re magnets with opposite poles.
She chanced looking at him again. It
felt as if his blue eyes bored into her soul as they locked gazes.
His pupils darkened and widened.
The urge to touch him grew to a pain in
the middle of her body.
The man spoke.
Dani watched his lips move, lust growing
within her to a pitch that scared her. Her pussy throbbed and cream drenched
her panties. What had he said? She dragged her attention to his words.
“Well, are you a tourist?” He repeated
his earlier question.
“No. I’ve moved here for a time. My
company will be regenerating the town. I should introduce myself…Dani Cruz.”
She held out her hand.
Copyright Elodie Parkes Siren Bookstrand 2015
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