Page 34 of Ice Wolf
She sprinted ahead of me and I was finally able to admire her long legs in tight little shorts and a tee shirt highlighting hervoluptuous curves without being slapped or shot. Even the way her hair swung back and forth in the ponytail was attractive. “Catch me if you can.”
Her shout did exactly what she was hoping it would do.
I took off running. Really running. As in full speed.
Within a flash, I was right behind her, holding steady at her pace. She shot me a look over her shoulder and I’d be damned if she didn’t run even faster.
The grin remained on my face as I threw myself into the task. This was a little like cat and mouse, only there was no way she could win.
Not against me.
When I was right behind her a second time, I upped the game.
And tackled her to the ground. We rolled a couple of times, her sunglasses flipping off. I purposely landed on top of her, doing my best not to crush her with my full weight.
Her gasp was followed by her attempt to shove me off.
“Not so fast, sweetheart.” I grabbed her arms, yanking them over her head then clasping her wrists together with one hand. After lowering my shades, I concentrated my heated gaze on her luscious lips.
She didn’t like that one bit, her mouth twisting in extreme frustration.
“Get. Off. Me,” she finally hissed.
“Not until you concede.” My thoughts drifted to the kiss the night before. Maybe I’d been an ass, but her lips had lookedtoo delectable. My resistance has been chained the moment I’d looked into her fabulous eyes.
“Concede? To you? Never.”
“You mean to an egotistical maniac?” I shifted on top of her, so she’d feel exactly what she did to me. Her look of shock and awe amused the beast inside. “I wasn’t supposed to hear that. Huh? Well, I will confess I have sharp hearing. Very sharp. Be careful what you say around me.”
All her wiggling managed to accomplish was getting the full understanding my hunger was off the charts. She blinked furiously and her long lashes skimmed across her cheeks as a dazzling shade of rose swept over her jaw.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
There was a moment, one of those romantic cues in some stupid chick flick where everything came to a standstill. Her lips were there. The desire was hot and heavy. My primal needs were running rampant.
Around her, I had limited self-control.
I lost it at that moment and captured her mouth for the third time, instantly thrusting my tongue inside. Only I went even further, sliding my fingers down her side, skimming the tips just under her full breast.
She stiffened but moaned into the kiss, still fighting me like the feisty woman she was. She had no idea how much that was turning me on.
The taste was just as explosive and when I ran my finger along the waistband of her shorts, she managed to jerk one handfree. This time, she pummeled my shoulder with her fist several times.
“Ouch!” I threw out as I reared back, sitting on my butt.
“Suits you right for manhandling me.” She managed to push me away, scrambling until she was on her knees. What I hadn’t anticipated was the moment she gave me a hard right hook, catching me just under the chin.
“What the fuck?” The force jarred my entire jaw, a shot of pain heading all the way up the back of my neck.
“You deserved that.”
“A punch? Are you kidding me? I think you need to learn some manners.”
“Me? You’re the one who accosted me. Not the other way around.” She tried to crawl backwards, the look of venom in her eyes way too attractive. I was at that point with her that my skin was tingling, my heart hammering, and I’d be damned if I didn’t feel completely possessive.
Mate.
The word sizzled my mind and I reacted.
