Page 16 of His Wild Attraction

She was wearing a pair of Halloween-themed flannel pants and a simple cotton tank top. Nothing fancy or sexy.

But the swell of her breasts and the hard nubs of her nipples pressing against her top still made my mouth fucking water.

She’s perfect.

Her hair was tousled, and her face looked like she’d just scrubbed it clean.

She smelled good. Fresh and clean like soap and body lotion.

There was nothing obviously seductive about what she had on or how she looked.

But I was captivated.

Completely and totally.

That invisible magnetic pull I’d felt towards her since the first time I ever laid eyes on Ellie was in full force. I couldn’t look away if I tried.

My cock began to stir, and it was only through sheer will alone I managed to stand there and not reach for her.

“Come in,” she said, her voice low and scratchy like she was nervous, and her mouth had gone dry.

Concern had me furrowing my brows, but I bit my tongue, waiting for her to get the ball rolling.

“Can I get you something to drink or a snack?” she asked, and I shook my head.

I followed her deeper inside the room, ignoring the wall and the couch where we’d gone at each other like a couple of hormone-crazed teenagers.

“I guess I should start by explaining why I called you,” she began.

“I thought that was to propose?” I said, my lips quirked up in a half smile I hoped was charming and not psychotic.

I exhaled a sigh of relief when she responded with a mock-dirty look and rolled her pretty hazel eyes, gesturing for me to take a seat at the small card table where I imagined she and Sammy shared meals.

“Yeah, about that. First, I should explain,” she began, but was interrupted by a lightning fast ball of chocolate colored fur.

Ellie jumped, covering her nose, when the small cat jumped into my lap.

“Who’s this?” I asked, charmed by the animal.

“That’s Rocky, Sammy’s new kitten,” she said, still covering her nose.

She sat with her legs tightly crossed, and I frowned, petting the kitten and placing him gently on the floor.

“He’s cute. But, um, are you okay?”

“Me?” she said, her voice muffled by her hands. She dropped them, wiping her mouth and tucking her hair behind her ears.

So fucking cute.

“Yeah, um, allergies.”

She said, and I frowned, making a mental note to research cat allergies.

“So, anyway, I don’t know how much you know about my past,” she started again.

I sat across from Ellie, my attention on her as she explained what I already knew from my clandestine research.

She was newly divorced after fleeing her abusive ex with her only son.

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