Page 19 of His Road Dog

Chapter 7

Nicole

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NICOLE'S INNER THIGHSquivered. She stared out the window, trying to pretend Priest was an ordinary man standing in the buff. All her life, she'd seen men walk around nude. Sexual freedom was everyone's right.

When the mood hit, people in her community acted on their feelings, believing that closeness with another person was a gift. She couldn't imagine suppressing her natural emotions.

But Priest was a different kind of temptation. He surprised her and left her reeling. Her reaction wasn't normal for her.

At least when he had his clothes on, she could think for herself.

He stepped behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Look straight down at the river. Do you see the cropping of rocks?"

She moved her gaze, found the large rocks rippling the water, and nodded.

"Now follow the river to your left, right before the bend," he said.

She squinted, not knowing what she was looking for until she spotted movement. Three dark figures moved at the edge of the flow of water.

Not wanting to take her gaze off them, she asked, "Are they deer?"

"Moose. A momma and her twin babies."

She sighed. "I've never seen a moose in person. I wish I could get closer to them."

"They climb up the mountain and come by the house often." He slid his hands down her arms and circled his fingers around her wrists. Then, he crossed his arms in front of her chest, literally tying their limbs together.

Pressed back against his chest, she felt small compared to his large body and the strength in his muscles.

Her flannel wasn't much of a barrier between her body and his. His warmth seeped through the material, and she shivered.

He held her in a way she couldn’t move with her arms crossed in front of her. The vulnerable position made her highly aware that she'd all but jumped at the chance to sleep in the same bed with him.

She knew what he planned.

She welcomed what he wanted to do.

And for the first time, she was nervous about having sex. He wasn't a guy, high on grass, lazily making love to her or a man trying to sweep her off her feet with pampering and a classy dinner at a casino.

Everything about Priest drew her attention. He wasn't chasing only pleasure. She wasn't sure what he wanted from her, and that made her nervous.

His age gave him a past and a lot more experience. Him being a biker, knowing how they lived, put a little fear in her.

He lowered his head. "Do you have any limits?"

His warm breath caressed her ear. She swallowed. Limits?

He already knew she planned to spend the night with him. Besides, she had nowhere to go if she left early.

"No," she said. "I'm all yours."

He turned her without letting go. Somehow, his move kept her arms crossed but straightened his. He walked backward, pulling her. With her arms crossed, she had no other option than to go where he took her.

Walking toward the hallway, she gazed at his chest, seeing the tattoos for the first time. She always found ink fascinating and had never believed only societal deviants, like the locals were called where she'd grown up, were the only ones who liked to cover their bodies with pictures that spoke to them.

Priest had a naked woman over one side of his chest and a chain over the other half. Her gaze lowered to his stomach. It was hard to tell what all the pictures were because they overlapped.

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