Page 12 of Wren's Winter

“See anything you like?”

“No,” my voice was shaky.

This time, his words were hot on my ear. “You shouldn’t lie, Birdie.”

Oh, what that phrase was doing for me.

His nose brushed against my hair, and I heard the distinct sound of him inhaling against me. The pulsing between my thighs became an ache. I clamped my legs together and gripped the counter tighter.

Straightening up, he nodded his head in the opposite direction. “The dog bowl is in the bathroom. She’ll be fine for the day. Should we go?”

The smirk on his face told me he was well aware of what his presence was doing to me.

I nodded, following him out the door on jelly legs. On the bottom step leading to the car, I stumbled slightly on a loose stone under the snow. His hand came out, grabbing hold of my arm and catching me before I fell on my butt. How could I possibly embarrass myself more?

“Oops.” Even through my thick jacket, I could feel the strength of his grip on me, holding me steady. My eyes came up to his. Seriously, how were they such a color?

“We’re in no rush. Take your time.”

Pursing my lips, I pulled my arm out of his grip. My body may tell me to make terrible decisions, but in the crisp air, I could get more clarity. I wasn’t some hormonal fool, and I could walk without assistance.

One step at a time, I made my way down the shoveled walkway, heading toward my car.

“Where are you going?” he asked behind me.

“My car.” I motioned to my somewhat trusty silver vehicle.

“No. I’m driving.”

My arms crossed against my chest, I frowned. “I can drive.”

Without responding, he glanced from my car to the other end of the street, where my car had been pulled out of a snowbank.

“I’ll have you know that is the first accident I’ve been in. If you can even call that an accident.”

“It’s a bad idea is what it is. Get in the truck.”

Pride and sense warred inside me. I knew the likelihood of me getting into town in my car was fairly good. But was it great? No. But did I want to be bossed around by this man?

Okay, yeah, maybe a bit. Sense, and my libido won out.

One hand on the passenger side door, his other hand held out to boost me up into the seat. His palm had calluses, workingman’s hands. Buck’s hands were softer than mine. As I put my hand in his, a warmth shot up my arm. A tingly sensation flooded through me.

As much as I wanted to fight the feeling, I liked the rasp of my palm against his. It was only a moment of contact, but as he shut my door and walked to the driver’s side, I ran a finger over my love line to get the sensation to stay. My mother told me once that my love line was long but my head line was broken. That I had the capacity to love deeply but that love would take over logic and reason. To be careful who I trusted my heart with. Palm reading never seemed like something I could believe in, but in that moment, her words rang true.

“There’s a water bottle in the door if you get thirsty.” He motioned to the cup holder.

“You keep water bottles in your car?” I asked, pulling out the bottle. “You get a lot of thirsty women in your car?”

His cheeks turned pink as he spared a quick glance at me. “No, Birdie.”

Heat pulsed through me at the name. I crossed my legs at the sensation. It was a silly nickname. Why was it so hot? Swallowing down all the questions I had, I glanced out the window at the snow lined trees.

Adrian

Last night, after knowing she was safe behind the deadbolt, I went straight into the shower and tried washing my day on the slope off me. My mind was less on the grime of sweat and more on the look in her eyes as I put that bandage on her head. The fullness of those lips begging to be kissed long and hard. My hand drifted down to my hard cock, and it only took a few minutes before I was spending all over the shower wall, my hand braced against the cold tile for support. I barely touched her, didn’t know her at all, and she was already responsible for the most intense jerk-off session I’ve ever had.

I’ve never been one for preternatural senses, but as I took my shirt off at the house, I felt her eyes on me. There was no reason she would stand in the spot she was in, and I certainly wasn’t rushing through getting dressed. I could see the reflection of her standing there in my mirror, the angle wonky enough so that she wouldn’t realize that I could see her. So, yeah, I put on a show. At first, it was just my shirt being off and then it was everything. Don’t peep into someone’s bedroom while they’re changing unless you want a show.

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