The Billionaire's Courageous Lover (Bold, Alaskan Men Book 3) by Elizabeth Lennox Page B
Authors: Elizabeth Lennox
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Was it bad? Was she scared? There shouldn’t be anything but…
A moment later, she had dropped her fishing line and threw herself into his arms. Not just into his arms, but her arms were wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist and she was still jumping around, making his body ache with need. Even through the thick layers of his and her own clothing, he could feel her full breasts pressing against his chest and he closed his eyes, trying to not think about them.
But the way she was clinging to him made his honorable intentions very difficult. And he couldn’t stop his hands from moving to her round bottom, his palms cupping the firm flesh underneath the denim of her jeans. Damn, but no woman had ever felt this good to him.
“Honey, are you okay? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he asked, holding her close, thinking maybe something had scared her.
But she just continued to jump in his arms, screaming something. It took him a long time to figure out her words because of the desire pounding through his brain.
“I caught my first fish!” she screamed when her feet hit the dock again and she jumped around as if she’d just won the lottery. Her cheeks were rosy and her silver eyes sparkling with excitement.
“A fish?” he repeated, pulling back so that he could look into those pretty, silver eyes of hers.
Sure enough, there was no pain on her pale cheeks, just excitement that made those silver eyes sparkle. “Yes! I caught a fish! My very first fish! I wasn’t even trying to catch anything! I just wanted to teach myself to cast my line into a specific spot, just like I’d been reading I should do, but I caught a fish!”
“A fish,” he repeated, still trying to come down off of the fear of her being hurt. “You caught a fish?”
“Yes! Look!” and she pointed to the spot behind her where a four or five inch silver fish was laying on the wooden dock.
They both stared and Andie gasped in horror. As her fingers covered her mouth, she stared down at the tiny fish and all of her excitement was torn away in the face of her alarm. “Knox! I’ve killed it! I’ve hurt its little mouth and…” she’d gone from excitement to tears in the span of perhaps half a second. Scrambling out of his arms, she knelt by the fish that really did look like it was gasping for breath. Possibly because it was!
“Knox, how do I fix this? How do I get the hook out of its mouth?”
Knox still wasn’t sure what was going on. “I thought you were excited about catching a fish,” he asked her, trying to catch up. And get his mind off of her very delightful butt.
She turned pleading, teary eyes up to him. “How do I get the poor thing off the hook? He looks like he’s hurting.”
Knox rubbed a hand over his mouth, trying to hide his amusement. “Um…Andie, if you’re going to fish, you’re going to have to learn to take the hook out of the fish.”
Her eyes widened as he looked up at him. “The hook? Out of the fish’s mouth? Isn’t that…kinda gross?”
He couldn’t help it. She just looked too stunned and adorable. Bending lower, he still tried to smother his laughter but he had mercy on her since this was her first fish. Taking the fish, he lifted it up and, with his other hand, curled the hook out of the fish’s mouth. “What now?”
She was kneeling on the dock, her whole body cold and miserable. But looking at this poor creature, its mouth opening and closing, she felt even worse. “If you throw him back into the water, will he survive?”
Knox chuckled. “Possibly,” he told her. With an easy toss, he dumped the fish back in the water. And for his superhero actions, the fish swam away and Andie grabbed his arm as her excitement and relief surged through her.
“He’s okay,” she cried, so relieved and yet, still ashamed at her thoughtless action. “I hurt him but he’s okay.”
Knox
A moment later, she had dropped her fishing line and threw herself into his arms. Not just into his arms, but her arms were wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist and she was still jumping around, making his body ache with need. Even through the thick layers of his and her own clothing, he could feel her full breasts pressing against his chest and he closed his eyes, trying to not think about them.
But the way she was clinging to him made his honorable intentions very difficult. And he couldn’t stop his hands from moving to her round bottom, his palms cupping the firm flesh underneath the denim of her jeans. Damn, but no woman had ever felt this good to him.
“Honey, are you okay? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he asked, holding her close, thinking maybe something had scared her.
But she just continued to jump in his arms, screaming something. It took him a long time to figure out her words because of the desire pounding through his brain.
“I caught my first fish!” she screamed when her feet hit the dock again and she jumped around as if she’d just won the lottery. Her cheeks were rosy and her silver eyes sparkling with excitement.
“A fish?” he repeated, pulling back so that he could look into those pretty, silver eyes of hers.
Sure enough, there was no pain on her pale cheeks, just excitement that made those silver eyes sparkle. “Yes! I caught a fish! My very first fish! I wasn’t even trying to catch anything! I just wanted to teach myself to cast my line into a specific spot, just like I’d been reading I should do, but I caught a fish!”
“A fish,” he repeated, still trying to come down off of the fear of her being hurt. “You caught a fish?”
“Yes! Look!” and she pointed to the spot behind her where a four or five inch silver fish was laying on the wooden dock.
They both stared and Andie gasped in horror. As her fingers covered her mouth, she stared down at the tiny fish and all of her excitement was torn away in the face of her alarm. “Knox! I’ve killed it! I’ve hurt its little mouth and…” she’d gone from excitement to tears in the span of perhaps half a second. Scrambling out of his arms, she knelt by the fish that really did look like it was gasping for breath. Possibly because it was!
“Knox, how do I fix this? How do I get the hook out of its mouth?”
Knox still wasn’t sure what was going on. “I thought you were excited about catching a fish,” he asked her, trying to catch up. And get his mind off of her very delightful butt.
She turned pleading, teary eyes up to him. “How do I get the poor thing off the hook? He looks like he’s hurting.”
Knox rubbed a hand over his mouth, trying to hide his amusement. “Um…Andie, if you’re going to fish, you’re going to have to learn to take the hook out of the fish.”
Her eyes widened as he looked up at him. “The hook? Out of the fish’s mouth? Isn’t that…kinda gross?”
He couldn’t help it. She just looked too stunned and adorable. Bending lower, he still tried to smother his laughter but he had mercy on her since this was her first fish. Taking the fish, he lifted it up and, with his other hand, curled the hook out of the fish’s mouth. “What now?”
She was kneeling on the dock, her whole body cold and miserable. But looking at this poor creature, its mouth opening and closing, she felt even worse. “If you throw him back into the water, will he survive?”
Knox chuckled. “Possibly,” he told her. With an easy toss, he dumped the fish back in the water. And for his superhero actions, the fish swam away and Andie grabbed his arm as her excitement and relief surged through her.
“He’s okay,” she cried, so relieved and yet, still ashamed at her thoughtless action. “I hurt him but he’s okay.”
Knox
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