Page 16 of Twisted Lies
“Distract you? Are you shitting me, woman? Not that I don’t appreciate the way your dusky-rose nipples pebbled into hard little peaks as soon as the slightest breeze hit them.”
Jason licked his lips. “Perfect little nipples topping perfect breasts that I want to tease with my tongue. But if my memory serves me right, and it does, you were the one who wantonly rubbed up against me—shamelessly licked my face and bared your neck to me.”
Mikah gasped. “I did no such thing!”
“Absolute lie. That’s exactly what we did,”her wolf reminded her.
“I wasn’t the one acting like a little hussy—sorry wanton hussy. That’s on you. Not me. So, it’s technically not a lie.”
Ha! She had finally proved her wolf wrong! Yay for small miracles.
A million and one thoughts traversed through her head at dizzying speeds. Most of which included ways to ditch the dude before he complicated her life even further. She wanted to hate him for marking her as his mate, but it was kind of her fault—well her wolf’s fault, even if she refused to admit it. He did nothing more than what her wolf had prompted him to do. She really couldn’t blame him even though she wanted to.
“Was your mind off on vacation in some beautiful, foreign location? A nude beach perhaps?” He looked as perplexed as she felt. A smile tugged at her lips, but she refused to let it show. He was absolutely frustrated, completely adorable and sexy as hell.
“Nope. I was present and accounted for and I’m here to tell you that’s not the way any of it went down, but nice try.” She chewed on her lip as she looked him over.
His shaggy dark hair framed a chiseled face hidden by an equally dark beard and mustache. A black t-shirt stretched over his broad, muscular chest that lead down to trim hips and legs. Her mouth watered as her mind wondered what he would look like naked.
“Well if you want, I can get naked with you that way you don’t have to work that brain of yours so hard.” Jason pulled his t-shirt over his head and bared his chest to her.
An audible gasp bubbled up from Mikah’s lips before she could stop it. Her hand flew to cover her mouth but ended up reaching to grab the shirt he’d tossed at her.
“Why give it to me?” Mikah finally glanced down. Low and behold, she was as naked as the day she was born.
“Dear God! Why didn’t you tell me I forgot to flash my clothes back on?” She hastily threw the donated shirt over her head and tugged it down as far as it would go.
Jason closed the distance between them. “You are the most stubborn and confusing creature I have ever met.”
Mikah’s voice hitched in her throat. She tried to form words, coherent ones but failed. All that beautiful male nakedness hit her hard, scrambling her brain, making her want things she hadn’t wanted in ages.
“Want,”her wolf cried.
At least her and her wolf were on the same page. She wanted him just as much as her animal did. Her tongue darted out, over her lips. Her fingers reached, needing to touch him, wanting to see if his skin burned as hot as the heat that suddenly consumed her. Need, lust, want—whatever you call it rode her hard. Desire drove her on.
His eyes closed the second her fingers made contact with his chest. He held perfectly still, unmoving, afraid of scaring her away? Perhaps. Not that Mikah minded. It gave her a chance to explore his body without having to feel guilt or shame.
“Do you like what you see? What you feel?” he asked, shattering the illusion she’d had of him remaining perfectly still, perfectly quiet while she explored.
“No.”
“Lie,”her wolf said.
For the umpteenth time, she wanted to choke her wolf into submission.
“Then why do you keep touching me if you don’t like?”
Good question. Why were her hands still on him? Why didn’t she want to stop?
“Boredom.” Keep it simple and sassy. The last thing she would do is tell him the truth only to have him fill her mind with lies later.
Been there, done that.
And she sure as hell wasn’t doing it again.
“Call me crazy, but I think it’s a bit more than boredom on your part. Perhaps you’re just as interested in me as I am you,” he said.
“You’re wrong,” she lied through her teeth for her own protection. She was interested. Mesmerized by the ropes of hard muscles that covered his chest or the light dusting of hair that covered him—or perhaps where it thinned off and lead down into his jeans.
