Page 27 of No One Wants That (Blitzen Bay)

KIT

“Your face is all clammy. Do you feel sick?”

I started sweating the minute Butch picked me up. It’s my body’s natural response when confronted with a dominant male. Sweating, shaking, drooling—I have no control over it. I’m sure pheromones are pouring out of my glands right now. I’m surprised he hasn’t thrown me down on the ground and started mating with me. Surprised, and honestly, more than a little disappointed.

“Earth to Kit,” he says, bumping my forehead with his. “Are you going to pass out?”

I shake my head to try to focus. “No, I’m fine. Answer my question. What part of Georgia are you from?”

“Who says I’m from Georgia?”

“I’m from Georgia,” I say. “I can recognize that accent from miles away.”

“You’re not from Georgia.”

As he says it, he pushes my head into his chest and leans his body protectively over mine as we dip under some tree branches. The feeling of him pressed up against me makes me stop breathing for a second. When his beard brushes my cheek, a tingling sensation rockets through my body.

“You okay?” he says, his eyes suddenly blanketed with concern. “You’re clammy. You’re shivering. I think you might be getting sick. Are you still cold?”

He pulls me a little closer. His chest is so warm and strong. I want to disappear into it.

“A little.” I pull the blanket more tightly around my shoulders to make my lie look good.

“Maybe we should get your clothes off—”

“Excuse me,” I say, forcing a scowl onto my face as intoxicating images of him ripping off my clothes flash through my mind.

“I meant you should get out of your wet clothes, so you’re not cold,” he says, smiling. “Not for any other reason. Unless you want it to be for another reason. I’m starting to wonder with the way you’re looking at me.”

His eyes start twinkling, but I can see a little bit of intensity underneath. It makes my body vibrate again.

“That’s it,” he says, putting me down gently. “I think you’re getting hypothermic. Take off your dress and put on my t-shirt. It should be long enough to cover your lady parts and at least it’s dry.”

When he pulls his shirt over his head, I reach behind me to find somewhere to sit before I really do pass out. His extremely broad chest is covered with tattoos, a few scars, and so many luscious muscles. It might be the most dangerously beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Kit,” he says, grabbing my arm and helping me sit down on a rock. “Are you dizzy? Take a few deep breaths. And put this on. I won’t watch you change.”

When he turns around, I start sweating even more. His muscles ripple all of the way down his back—disappearing into his jeans.

“You okay?” His voice has become low and soft. He sounds worried. “Can I turn around?”

“No. Hold up.” I slip out of my dress and pull his t-shirt over my head. It smells like an overly masculine combination of sweat and leather. I bury my face in it once more and then look back at him. “Okay, you can turn around.”

He walks back over to me. “Is that better? Here, put the blanket back around you, too.”

He wraps the blanket around my body and then takes my head into his hands.

“You don’t look pale,” he says, looking deeply into my eyes. I quickly look down at his beard. It’s fuzzy and unruly. I want to rub my face against it. “In fact, you’re a little flush. Are you sure you’re not dizzy?”

“Maybe a little dizzy.”

“Your pulse is good—even a little elevated.” He grabs me under my arms and pulls me up. “Can you stand by yourself?”

I nod.

“Okay. Let’s get you back. Maybe you just need a little rest.” He reaches out to pick me up again.

“I think I can walk,” I say, taking a few tentative steps. I don’t trust myself to be that close to him again without licking some part of his body. “It might do me good to move around a little.”

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