Excerpt from Chapter One of Jessica Aspen’s Little Red Riding Wolf
Evan.
She rolled his
name through her mind, resisted the desire to taste the flavor of it on her
tongue. Maybe if she wasn’t touching him she could do this…carry on a normal
conversation. She struggled for something to say, something that would cover
this incredible desire to fuck a complete stranger.
“Welcome to
Radon,” she managed to get out. “How do you like it so far?” Inane. Moronic. But
it was out now. She hoped he couldn’t see the shaking that had started at his
touch, or smell the moisture between her legs. Lucky he was only human.
Calm down, Red!
You can do this. You have to do this.
“It’s been
interesting. It’s a pretty tight-knit little town.” His smile had warmed,
become friendly. And interested.
She knew what
that appraising look meant. She’d received it from all the available males her
parents had invited to their house in an effort to entice her to settle down.
But that look from the bachelor wolves had never made her feel like this. Feel like
her whole body was tuned in to his. Like she should get on all fours and push
her ass in the air, spread her legs, and beg.
Her palms were
damp. She caught him checking her out and was glad her hoodie was zipped up
tight and covered her chest. Her nipples had tightened so fast, so hard, they
almost hurt.
“Town’s been a
little tough on you, huh?” she asked. Poor guy, he couldn’t have known what
coming to this area would be like. They hadn’t had a ranger in the area who
wasn’t pack in her lifetime. The county was up in arms.
“You could say
that.” He shot her a conspiratorial smile that warmed his eyes to molten chocolate.
She had a sudden vivid picture of a sheepskin rug and him lying naked in front
of a fire, her lips and tongue tracing the contoured lines of muscles illuminated
by the flames.
She dragged her
mind back and forced it to focus on the present. Focus on the words coming out
from between his sexy lips.
“You’re the
friendliest person I’ve run into in this town. Where have you been hiding?”
Wrong question
ranger. The question was who had been hiding him from her? Now her mother
keeping her home from work to make jam had begun to make sense. Maybe her
mother would never think she was an adult. Although maybe her mother was right,
given her lusty thoughts, maybe she should be sequestered.
“I normally work
at the general store in town. I must have just missed you.” Yeah right. Did that
sound as lame to him as it had to her? She lifted her chin. Her mother had been
making up excuses to keep her at the family’s house all week. Despite being sent
off to the boonies she had met the hot new guy in town.
Her mother’s
plan had backfired.
“Is that
Burdock’s? It’s the only general store I’ve seen.” One long hand reached up,
pushed his thatch of hair back off his face in an unconscious slow sensual movement.
The hair fell forward back into place as soon as he released it, dark and
thick.
“Yeah, I guess
you’ve been in there.”
“Yeah. Is the
black haired dude with the bad-ass attitude who mans the counter related?” His eyes
crinkled up at the corners when he smiled. An urge to spread her thighs slid
through her. In an effort to control it, she clenched them tight.
What had he
asked?
“Seth,” she
said, relieved she knew what to say. “He’s one of my brothers. He’s none too
happy that you’re here.”
“Why is that?”
“Let’s just say
that we’re a typical small town. Outsiders aren’t really welcome.”
“You know,
you’re the first woman I’ve met under thirty all week. I was beginning to
wonder where they all were.”
Dangerous
territory here. She’d better be careful of what she said. Obviously the alphas
had the few available females under lock and key.
“We have a
surplus of men in this town. You probably just missed the women.” She shouldn’t
be talking to him. He made her so nervous, she just knew she would slip and let
something out. Something that would alert him that all was not as it seemed in
small town Radon, Colorado.
“Well it’s been nice chatting, but I have to
get going.”
She smiled and started
to move off down the path again, but he stepped in front of her, blocked her.
The back of her
neck prickled.
She supposed he
was eager to talk to the only friendly face in town, but she wished he would back
off. She was having enough trouble controlling herself as it was. Her
heightened senses told her to take action. Now.
He’d moved too
close. His spicy male scent filled her nostrils, caressed her skin. Made her
want to bury her face in the crook of his neck and inhale, suck him in like
oxygen before going underwater.
“Where are you
off to?”
“My grandmother
lives up the mountain. I’m just going to check on her and stay a while.”
His face lost
its easy smile, grew concerned. “You’re hiking up the mountain by yourself? A
woman like you shouldn’t be out here alone.” She bristled at his statement.
Just like her brother! What was it with men and their bossy attitudes?
“A woman like
me? Slow down buster! I’ve been hiking this mountain since I could walk. You’re
out here alone, why not me?”
“But I’m a
trained outdoorsman. You hardly look prepared in those shorts if the weather changes.
What do you have in that pack?” He moved closer to her, and she backed up,
suppressing the desire to bare her teeth. With relief she channeled her newfound
sexuality into anger instead. This she understood.
Human or not, he
was beginning to get her back up, just like any other male.
“I’ll be at
Grandma’s before dark. And it’s an incredible day. No storm in sight. See ya.”
She edged around him and moved back onto the path, determined to put him and
temptation, behind her.
“Wait, I’ll go
with you. There are signs of hunters in the area, you shouldn’t be hiking
alone.” He picked up his oversize pack with ease. Then scrambled, trying to
buckle the waist straps and keep up with her at the same time. She stepped up
the pace.
She could feel
him close behind, knew he was eye level with her ass. Knew he watched her
backside swish with each step.
Her tingling
nerves began to send messages again. With him nipping at her ankles, she felt
like prey.
“No, thanks. You
won’t be able to keep up.” She moved faster, pumped her legs in a rapid rhythm
on the familiar trail.
His legs might
be longer than hers, but she had Were stamina and a light pack. No way he could
keep up with her for long.
“Hey, I’ve been
through hell in the military. If I could keep up in basic, then I can keep up
with you little girl.”
I hear you on professing to be a writer while filling out a form, Jessica. The first time I wrote 'writer' as my profession, I was filling out a customs form. I'd been presenting myself as a writer for some time and always urge new writers to strike the dreaded 'aspiring' from their tag.
ReplyDeleteHanded said form to customs official, and then panic hit. In my imagination, every guard surrounded me, weapons drawn. The official's dialogue played in my mind. "A writer, are you? Prove it."