Page 30 of Operation Wolf: Hunter
I supposed it was, but that didn’t mean I believed it for a second. And, even if it was, Bradley was still up to something, and I was determined to find out what it was.
The sound of a floorboard creaking caught my attention, and I looked up to see Kia standing in the doorway, gazing at me. She was freshly showered, both of us having cleaned up before dinner, and her damp hair gleamed softly in the lamplight. As usual, I was struck by the urge to take her into my arms, to kiss those luscious lips, and to run my hands through her hair, but I refrained, just as I had countless times in the past week.
“Mrs. Jones said to tell you good night, and she took off to her cottage,” Kia said, stepping into the room. She paused for a few seconds. “I overheard some of your conversation.” She perched herself on the edge of the couch, a small smile on her face. “You really think I’m doing a good job?”
I grinned. “You’re doing a fantastic job, darling,” I told her, reaching out and taking her hand in mine. That proved to be a mistake as a spark of electricity arced between us, and her pulse fluttered in her throat, but I tried to ignore it. “I couldn’t have asked for a better ranch hand.”
Kia affected a playful, haughty look. “I’ll have you know, I’m the owner of this ranch,” she said, looking down her nose at me. “And I don’t appreciate you referring to me as a ranch hand.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said.
We both laughed. I began rubbing my thumb across her hand, circling the sensitive spot between her thumb and forefinger, and silence fell over us. I heard Kia’s breath catch in her throat, and I bit back a growl as I caught the scent of her intoxicatingly delicious arousal.
I should let go of her hand now.
My entire field of vision narrowed until Kia was all I could see. All I could think about. And I knew I was close to breaking.
“Hunter,” Kia whispered.
And that was all the invitation I needed. Growling, I pressed her back against the couch, kissing her deeply. Kia kissed me back, hesitantly at first and then with more ardor as I drew her into a passionate embrace. My cock hardened, already throbbing with the need to be inside her, and when she whimpered with pleasure, I knew I was lost.
To hell with my requirements.
I slid my hands beneath her black tank top. I was going to take her to bed tonight. Without breaking the kiss, I hauled her into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. Then I carried her up the stairs. I stumbled a few times, causing her to squeal, but she didn’t let go of me or stop kissing me, and eventually, we made it to my room at the end of the hall.
I kicked the door shut behind me. Then I turned on the lamp and laid her out on the bed. “I want to see you,” I said huskily. “Every fucking inch of your beautiful body.”
Eyes dark with desire, Kia sat up and ever-so-slowly removed her tank top, exposing her torso inch by inch. I watched silently as she revealed her breasts, which were covered by a black bra, and I had to remind myself to be patient and not rip the offending garment away. She made a show of tossing the tank top aside. Then she reached around leisurely and popped the front clasp on her bra, letting it glide off her shoulders.
“Damn . . .” I groaned as Kia took one breast in each hand and began massaging the round globes.
How could I ever have thought they were too small?
They were perfectly round and perky with chocolate-hued nipples I desperately wanted to nibble and taste.
“More.”
“More?” Kia raised an eyebrow, a flirtatious smile playing on her sensuous lips. She moved one hand down her abdomen and then popped the top button on her jeans. She slipped her hand beneath the waistband of her panties. “Mmm,” she moaned as she touched herself, her eyes drifting closed as she leaned back against the pillows.
Unable to take it anymore, I grabbed her zipper and yanked it down. Then I ripped off her jeans and panties in one fluid motion. Kia let out a shocked cry as I settled myself on the bed. She looked at me with wide eyes as I spread her legs.
“Enough with the teasing,” I growled. “It’s my turn to play.”
