Bewitching Her Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Joanna Wilson Page A

your lips were blue.” Not taking his eyes off me he said, “They’re hanging by the fire drying.” He pointed to the left where I could plainly see my clothes, bra and panties included, hanging to dry and continued, “I swear, I was a perfect gentleman. I put a blanket over you first, then took the clothes.”
     
    I was horrified, but grateful that I’d worn a nice bra and panty set. “You didn’t look? Really?” I had the vague notion that I wouldn’t have minded if he had looked, but I believed him when he said he didn’t. I certainly couldn’t stop looking at him. His eyes were greener than any I’d ever seen, and they were beautiful in the crackling firelight. As I stared into them, I found myself I wondering what his hands had felt like, brushing against my skin as he slipped my clothes from my body.
     
    What was wrong with me? I didn’t even know this man, but I wanted to. Maybe it was because he saved my life, or maybe it was because his lips were so inviting and my heart beat faster just looking at them.
     
    “What’s your name?” He asked. I dragged my eyes back to his only to see my desire reflected in them. He licked his lips, and I momentarily forgot my name.
     
    “Uh...Nicole.” I answered, grateful that I suddenly remembered it.
     
    “Well, Nicole,” he said, rolling my name over his tongue as though savoring something sweet, “are you hungry? I made some soup, I figured you’d want something warm….” He trailed off as his eyes roamed over my face again. I felt a heat surge through me and decided that I needed my clothes. I needed something between him and what I was feeling.
     
    “I’d like to get dressed first. Are my clothes dry?” I looked over to the line where my clothes were hanging. If I looked at him, I’d change my mind about getting dressed. I had never felt an instant attraction to anyone, let alone one this strong. I wanted to feel his lips on mine, and I wanted to entwine my fingers in the sandy brown curls of his hair and feel the strength of his muscular arms around me and….I shook my head to clear it. What was happening to me? “Please, my clothes.” I said a little desperately.
     
    I saw him give his own head a quick shake, and I wondered if we were both under a spell. He walked over to the line and felt my clothes to make sure they were dry before pulling them down. He pulled my jeans, t-shirt, socks and bra from the line and draped them over his arm, then lifted my panties off as well. As he added them to the pile on his arm, I could see him swish his thumb over the silky material. I don’t think he knew that I noticed
     
    He handed me the clothes and pointing to the left said, “Bathroom’s over there.”
     
    My eyes followed direction of his finger, and I saw a bed and a small door. I wrapped the blanket around me and took the clothes from him. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away, and I was insanely tempted to drop the blanket and let him see what he clearly wanted to, but managed to keep my head. I mean, I was a 19 year old virgin for goodness sake. What was it about the guy that had me thinking these thoughts?
     
    “Wait,” he stopped me with a warm hand on my bare shoulder making me flush with heat, “you’ll need a candle.
     
    I thanked him and closed the bathroom door behind me. I slid the panties on slowly, relishing the knowledge that his fingers had just caressed them. I pulled on the rest of my clothes and exited the tiny bathroom. He was at the stove again ladling a steaming hot liquid into bowls. When he saw me, he motioned for me to sit at the table.
     
    I took in my surroundings as I waited. Just one room with a basic kitchen, the couch I had been laying on flanked by two end tables and the bed on the far side with small nightstand. Not much, but enough and certainly bigger than my tiny cabin on the island.
     
    He placed a bowl in front of me, followed by plates of thick crusty bread and butter and two warm