Big Bad Wolf by Gennita Low Page B

piercing need in his eyes, blue outlines around darkened irises. “I want to take you to bed. I want to make you scream under me, holding me, while I’m inside you. I can have you now, but I won’t, because I don’t want you making excuses about what happened. I meant it when I told you I’ll give you time to get used to me, and I intend to keep my word.” He smiled that dazzling, crooked smile of his. “That doesn’t mean I won’t do it this way every night to pursue my case. I kinda like the idea.”
    Her cheeks tinted prettily. “Is that what you do?” she challenged softly, her heart rate almost back to normal. “Pleasure your women until they give in?”
    That sexy smile widened even more. “Whatever it takes. Wait till tomorrow.” He laughed at the look on her face, then shook his head ruefully. “I don’t think it’ll be good for my health in the long run, though. I’ll have a perpetual cramp myself .”
    Jaymee couldn’t help smiling back, a naughty curl of her lips. “I could knead and massage it away.”
    Nick groaned, laying his forehead against hers. “Tease.”
    She licked her lips. “Nicholas, I’m afraid.”
    “Let me have you, Jaymee. Let me take you to all those places you’re so afraid of.” He kissed her again, and added, “Let me be your lover.”
    Jaymee sighed. How on earth had she thought she could resist this man? “For how long?” she asked, knowing the answer.
    “For as long as I’m around. I’m being honest, Jaymee. I can’t promise you more.”
    How could she argue against a man who was promising her honesty? “I....”
    “Shhh. You aren’t required to answer me tonight. You’re tired and need to sleep.” She made a sound of protest when his weight left her body. “Sit up a minute, sweetheart.”
    She allowed herself to be pulled up to a sitting position. She felt shy about her nakedness and self-consciously pushed tangled curls away from her face, gathering the heavy mass of damp hair in one of her hands. He pulled her hand away.
    “No, don’t. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to see your hair loose like this.” He splayed his fingers into the curls, arranging them around her bare shoulders. “Where’s your brush?”
    “I can’t use a brush with hair like this. I use a hair pick.” She pointed to the dressing table, and he went to retrieve it.
    “This one?” He sat back down beside her and then did something no man had ever done to her before. He combed her hair. Jaymee closed her eyes, enjoying the sensuous pull of the comb as he worked on her tangles, running through it repeatedly until her scalp could have moaned in pleasure. She could...get used to this kind of evening. “You have beautiful hair, Jaymee.”
    “Bothersome,” she mumbled, too relaxed to really want to argue. “Unmanageable.”
    “Beautiful,” he told her again, and gently pushed her back against the pillows. “Gypsy hair. Passionate, sexy, arousing.”
    Jaymee giggled sleepily. “Passionate hair. Arousing hair. A pig with gypsy hair.”
    “Pig with what?”
    She stretched with artless grace, then yawned behind a hand. “As opposed to Red Riding Hood,” she explained.
    She wasn’t making sense at all, but she was too sexy to sit around just for a conversation. Not when other parts of his body wanted to communicate in other, more satisfying, ways.
    “Go to sleep, little pig. I’ll let myself out,” Nick said, thinking he was going to regret this decision for the rest of the night.
    “Hmmm. Are you leaving me?”
    “I’d better,” he replied, wryly looking down at his damp pants. If he stayed, he would definitely not keep his word.
    “Yes, Dad will be home soon...”
    He kissed her eyelids and they fluttered shut obediently. “Sleep,” he ordered.
    She smiled, her eyes closed, as she drifted off.
    “Jaymee?”
    “Hmmm?”
    “Where do you go after work? Before you come home?”
    She stretched and sighed with pleasure when he tucked the covers over her.