Page 29 of Ice Wolf
Dinner. With him.
Oh, my God. I wasn’t ready for this. Not a chance in hell. My stomach was churning, my nerves already raw. How was I supposed to handle some Neanderthal guy who acted like God’s gift to women?
“I’ll think about it.”
“Don’t think too hard. Might fry that pretty brain of yours.”
“As I said,” I snapped, hating the weight of my hair on my head. I wanted to rip out the French comb and use it to dig out his eyes. “We’ll figure it all out.” Somehow. Unless we couldn’t stand each other. He was purposely pressing every button.
“What are the rules?”
“For what?” I had to admit, the man was making me cranky and nervous. I could swear he was looking straight into my soul. The kinetic energy between us was strong, an electric vibe just like I’d felt the night we’d… ugh, kissed. But I had to stop thinking of him as anything but a client. I could do it. I was a big girl and could do anything I put my mind to.
“For touching you. Kissing you. Caressing you. What else?”
I hadn’t thought that far ahead. I had no idea how to proceed with being his girlfriend. The thought of him touching me was… My pussy clenched from the thought. Oh, this was going to be a nightmare. “We’ll need to kiss and hold hands. You can touch my back and lean in when we’re talking.” He wanted me to play into the lovefest his puck bunnies had for him. That wasn’t going to happen.
Did I mention this was going to be a nightmare?
“Hmmm… Okay. I think I can handle what you’re telling me. However, you’re going to do something for me.”
“What’s that?”
“I have the final game of the season in a couple nights. Youarecoming to watch me play.”
Another lump formed in my throat. I knew it was good idea of course, but I wasn’t certain I could sit through a full game. “Fine. I’ll meet you there.”
“Okay. Anything else?” He moved away from the table, heading to the end.
“This is a good start.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” When he held out his hand, my palm began to sweat. At least he was taking this seriously. I’d thought for certain he would do everything in his power to make the time we spent together miserable.
“Good. I’ll see you at eight in the morning.” I wasn’t asking. I was telling him. If there was one thing I’d already figured out, it was that he needed a structured set of rules.
“Make it ten. I’m going for a run in the morning.”
“Somewhere private?”
He laughed. “Trust me. Somewhere very private. A place no one knows about.”
“Okay then. Ten o’clock.”
I glanced at his hand again before slapping my palm against his. I’d been taught at an early age to give a solid handshake just like a man would do. I could tell my strength surprised him.
But the bastard decided to one-up me.
He jerked me into his arms with enough force I teetered forward on my heels. With one arm wrapped around my waist and his other hand gripping my hair, he was easily able to dip me into an arc.
Just before his lips crashed into mine.
As I’d experienced the few nights before, the electricity was all over the place, crackling like a live wire dancing in the wind. Instantly, my nipples were taut, completely aroused and pushing against my silk blouse.
He didn’t hesitate nor was he gentle, sweeping his tongue inside. The taste of his mouth was better than before and the sensuality to his kiss pulled me into a moment of utter rapture. Before I knew what I was doing, I wrapped one arm around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair.
He rubbed his hand up and down my back, finally settling it under my bottom. When he lifted me off the floor, I was lightheaded, falling into the sweeping effect of bright stars.
While the man was a brute in every way, he could kiss like he’d been born to do so. Naughty images floated into my mind of being naked in front of a fire, kissing and tasting each other for hours.
