Page 99 of His White Moonlight
Slamming on the brakes, I gripped the steering wheel and stared at my harbinger of doom.
Bennett, fully nude, leaned on the hood of my grey sedan.His chest heaved with each breath.Sweat glistened on his skin, proof that he’d pushed himself hard to beat me home since wolves didn’t break a sweat easily.
My gaze traveled over his length, taking in the tension in his faux-relaxed pose, along with the impressively chiseled ridges he possessed.My heart skipped a beat.He was so…niceto look at.Why couldn’t he be nice to be around, too?
He pushed away from the hood, muscles rippling hypnotically, as he stalked closer to the car.
I slammed my eyes closed before I looked where I shouldn’t.
He’s your brother, Wren.He isnotgood-looking.Not even a little.
He knocked on my window, and I shook my head, grateful the car was still running and the doors were locked.
“I’ve enjoyed my run home and want my clothes, Wrenly,” he said, sounding surprisingly calm through the glass.
“No.I don’t trust you,” I said without opening my eyes.
“What would it take for you to unlock the doors for me?”he asked.
Dammit.I couldn’t pass up this chance.But it had to be something big.
“I want my bed back and five thousand dollars,” I said.
“Done.Now, unlock the doors.”
“And you need to go into the house first,” I added.
His chuckle sent a shiver down my spine.A second later, the car’s horn honked twice as the door unlocked.
My eyes flew open, and I looked at Bennett through the glass as he held the spare fob.
“Put it in Park.”
Damn him for knowing I was thinking about slamming it into reverse.Too bad my Y-turn skills wouldn’t allow me to whip the car around fast enough to escape.So, I parked the car and turned off the engine.
Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought I heard, “Good girl,” through the window as he retreated a step and opened my door.
I knew nudity wasn’t a big deal to them, but it still was to me, and I was extremely uncomfortable with the potential view at eye-level, so I quickly got out.
“Clothes are in the passenger seat,” I said, bolting.
He caught me around the waist, and a second later, I was up in his arms.
“Why are you carrying me?Put me down!”
“Look at your hands, Wrenly.”
“Who cares about my hands.You’re naked.”
“You noticed?”
“I’m not blind.”As soon as those words were out, my face flamed with embarrassment, which was good.Safe.
He shifted my weight to one arm and carried me into the house.Not stopping at the stairs, he marched right up them and into my room.
“You have two minutes to change; then I’m dealing with your hands.You’ll get your bed back after.”He put me down, turned around, and left.
I looked.Bennett had a really nice ass.And noticing that was not okay.I released a freaked-out breath, hurried to my closet for my pajamas, then closed myself in my bathroom.
