lifted up until they were both straightened but he kept his arm locked around her waist to hold her in place. “A little fear of me is good but I don’t want you terrified. I’d never really hurt you, but don’t think I won’t redden your ass. Do you want to know what I’d do then?”
She shook her head. “No. Let me go.”
“I’d kiss it and make it better.” The color of his eyes seemed to turn a little lighter and brighter, shimmery. “And I’d want to kiss other things once I started at your ass.” He released her chin, ran his palm down the front of her shirt, through the valley of her breasts, and hesitated just over her waist. His hand was heavy and hot against her thin skirt at her lower stomach. “Do you understand? Don’t bait me, because we’ll fight or fuck. That’s how I deal with aggression. Only one of those two you’d enjoy.” He suddenly released her. “Don’t push me.”
Bat stumbled away, trembled from head to toe. She refused to look at him while she tried to regain control of emotions that ranged from fear to arousal. It was the guy’s sexy voice—and the fact that she now had a mental image of him kissing where he’d implied.
She hadn’t gotten laid in over a year. The last one-night stand she’d had left her feeling cold and disgusted. She suspected that wouldn’t be a problem with Kraven.
Kraven had to take deep breathes and put distance between him and Bat.
He was attracted to her, and it pissed him off. She was mouthy, rude, disrespectful, and everything he usually didn’t find appealing in a woman. The worst thing of all though—she was Decker Filmore’s granddaughter.
He reached down and adjusted his stiff dick. It seemed to have a mind of its own and became hard every time he got too close to her.
She did smell good. It might have something to do with the fact that he’d had to carry her over his shoulder for miles. Their scents had mingled and he’d been breathing her in all day. It had also been a while since he’d touched a woman. Her name had been Violet…and that error in judgment had almost gotten him killed.
The memory of what happened with Violet helped manage his libido. He’d learned his lesson. Women with any association to Decker Filmore couldn’t be trusted. The long-legged beauty from Decker’s clan had come on to him strongly when they’d met the summer before. He’d fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. He’d even broken his rule of never taking a woman to his own bed, but he sure wasn’t going to go to her home, considering where she lived.
Images flashed of Violet tearing at his clothes, eager to get him naked and flat on his back. He wasn’t normally into women being the sexual aggressors but she’d been incredibly sexy. He wasn’t a fool, though he hadn’t been willing to slow things down, either. She’d wanted him and he was going to let her have her way. His physical mating urge had been coming on and she’d seemed like a great choice to spend a few weeks with, sharing a bed. It was hell going into heat alone.
It had all been good—until he’d seen the knife flash in Violet’s hand.
The bitch had set him up and lowered his defenses to kill him. Instinct had saved him when he’d tensed and jerked to avoid the blade coming toward his heart. The agony of being stabbed hadn’t incapacitated him, luckily, and he’d managed to land a fist to the side of her head, throwing her off him. He’d pulled out the knife quickly, rolled in the opposite direction, and stumbled to his feet before she recovered enough to come after him a second time.
He’d made it into the bathroom and locked the door, leaning heavily against it as she’d battered the wood. Her claws had scratched at it but he’d built his house strong. She’d eventually picked up something heavy to bash against the wood, splitting it in places. But by that time, he’d healed to the point he wasn’t losing blood anymore and yanked the door open,
She shook her head. “No. Let me go.”
“I’d kiss it and make it better.” The color of his eyes seemed to turn a little lighter and brighter, shimmery. “And I’d want to kiss other things once I started at your ass.” He released her chin, ran his palm down the front of her shirt, through the valley of her breasts, and hesitated just over her waist. His hand was heavy and hot against her thin skirt at her lower stomach. “Do you understand? Don’t bait me, because we’ll fight or fuck. That’s how I deal with aggression. Only one of those two you’d enjoy.” He suddenly released her. “Don’t push me.”
Bat stumbled away, trembled from head to toe. She refused to look at him while she tried to regain control of emotions that ranged from fear to arousal. It was the guy’s sexy voice—and the fact that she now had a mental image of him kissing where he’d implied.
She hadn’t gotten laid in over a year. The last one-night stand she’d had left her feeling cold and disgusted. She suspected that wouldn’t be a problem with Kraven.
Kraven had to take deep breathes and put distance between him and Bat.
He was attracted to her, and it pissed him off. She was mouthy, rude, disrespectful, and everything he usually didn’t find appealing in a woman. The worst thing of all though—she was Decker Filmore’s granddaughter.
He reached down and adjusted his stiff dick. It seemed to have a mind of its own and became hard every time he got too close to her.
She did smell good. It might have something to do with the fact that he’d had to carry her over his shoulder for miles. Their scents had mingled and he’d been breathing her in all day. It had also been a while since he’d touched a woman. Her name had been Violet…and that error in judgment had almost gotten him killed.
The memory of what happened with Violet helped manage his libido. He’d learned his lesson. Women with any association to Decker Filmore couldn’t be trusted. The long-legged beauty from Decker’s clan had come on to him strongly when they’d met the summer before. He’d fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. He’d even broken his rule of never taking a woman to his own bed, but he sure wasn’t going to go to her home, considering where she lived.
Images flashed of Violet tearing at his clothes, eager to get him naked and flat on his back. He wasn’t normally into women being the sexual aggressors but she’d been incredibly sexy. He wasn’t a fool, though he hadn’t been willing to slow things down, either. She’d wanted him and he was going to let her have her way. His physical mating urge had been coming on and she’d seemed like a great choice to spend a few weeks with, sharing a bed. It was hell going into heat alone.
It had all been good—until he’d seen the knife flash in Violet’s hand.
The bitch had set him up and lowered his defenses to kill him. Instinct had saved him when he’d tensed and jerked to avoid the blade coming toward his heart. The agony of being stabbed hadn’t incapacitated him, luckily, and he’d managed to land a fist to the side of her head, throwing her off him. He’d pulled out the knife quickly, rolled in the opposite direction, and stumbled to his feet before she recovered enough to come after him a second time.
He’d made it into the bathroom and locked the door, leaning heavily against it as she’d battered the wood. Her claws had scratched at it but he’d built his house strong. She’d eventually picked up something heavy to bash against the wood, splitting it in places. But by that time, he’d healed to the point he wasn’t losing blood anymore and yanked the door open,
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