on October 7th 2014
Genres: Love & Romance, Paranormal
Bared to Him
Spunky Girl Publishing
A soft cry. A gasp. A broken moan.
He stayed at the doorway and listened. Excitement pounded him. Need tore through him.
She cried out again. He reached out and his fingers rested on the knob. He wavered.
What the hell are you doing? Jack put you in charge of her safety. You owe him to keep her safe. Even from you.
A muffled wail shot through the companionway. His resolve broke. He opened her door.
Her sweet, intoxicating scent crushed his self-restraint and he stepped into the cabin. Gray light streamed in through the several portholes, illuminating her.
She was lying on her side, in the king sized bed. Blankets had tangled around her body. Her cute feet stuck out from beneath the sheets, but he had no problem making out her succulent curves pressing against the covers. Her hair looked like a golden waterfall splayed out on the pillow. Long, black eyelashes framed her closed eyes and a hint of blush had swept across her cheeks.
She looked like an angel. So beautiful. So perfect.
He swallowed and took a few more steps into the room. Her breathing was fast and she moaned softly again. The sound clutched at him. He slipped both his hands in front of his thighs and grabbed a hold of his cock. It jerked hot and wild as he stroked himself. His velvety hard flesh strained and burned against his fingers, the veins pulsing against his palms.
She cried out again and he suddenly realized she wasn’t masturbating. She was fucking dreaming.
Irritation snapped through him. Whom the fuck was she fantasizing about? He knew that females experienced extreme sexual fantasies shortly before they went into the Change. It happened while they were awake and while they slept. It appeared she was having one now. Her wickedly attractive scent certainly attested to that fact.
“Gray?” she whispered.
She was fantasizing about him. Why would she be fantasizing about him after all the teasing he’d done to keep her away from him?
She moved off her side and onto her back. She thrust her arms out. The blankets drifted off her neck and down, revealing her breasts.
Oh, man. This was so not good. But really good, at the same time. He bit his lower lip and stifled a groan as he studied her. Her breasts weren’t large nor were they small. They were just right and he knew they would fit perfectly into his palms. Her areoles were big and round and her nipples were huge and erect.
She cried out his name again.
His gut twisted. Sexual hunger tore through him. His cock hardened to a painful throb. He winced.
Her feminine aroma made him dizzy with need.
He needed relief. Big time.