Series: Shifter Ops Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“Thanks. I’m glad. You know, for Geo.”
“For Geo.” His voice deepens.
His gaze drops to my lips. Time slows, stops. My lips tingle, and I lick them. When did the world start spinning slower?
“Julia…” He’s so close his breath caresses my face.
I squeeze my legs together as if I could squeeze away the throbbing pressure building in my core.
It’s a chilly September night, and I’m burning up.
It’s not the wine. It’s not the heat or hot flashes. It’s my libido, roaring to life.
I didn’t think I had a sex drive anymore. Sure, I have a vibrator and give myself an orgasm once or twice a week, like clockwork. But perving on a sexy guy? It’s been years since I’ve done that. And this one is far too young for me.
I’ve got to get a grip. This is not the time for my dry and dusty vagina to wake up. One of us has to be an adult here.
I lean back, and the spell is broken.
“For Geo,” I repeat, and something in his face shutters. He looks older, harder, somehow.
He stands. “I’ll get my kit. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“You can have the couch,” I say.
“Naw, it’s too small. I won’t fit.”
“You’re not that big,” I say.
His cheek curves. “I assure you I am.”
Oh. My. God.
Why did that make my nipples hard? I rise. “Let me know if you need anything.” His brows rise, and my eyes widen. “A pillow, I mean. A toothbrush.”
“I get it,” he says. His voice is back to neutral.
I have a crazy urge to put out my hand to shake his. Put some distance between us. Instead, I say goodnight and walk away on weak legs, willing my heart to beat normally.
Channing
I wait until Julia’s safe inside her room for the night. Then I make the rounds, locking the house, checking the bolts and alarm system, securing the place. I usually activate the security system remotely, after the cameras tell me Geo and Julia have settled in for the night. I’ve never done it in person before.
I roll out my sleeping bag on her office floor. Not sure why I want to torture myself, but I need to be enveloped in her scent. My cock is so hard it hurts, but I welcome the pain. It’s a fitting punishment.
Tonight, when we spoke on the patio, I almost kissed her. Less than twenty-four hours, and I’m already fucking up.
I’d hoped her anger and low opinion of me would build a moat between us. I crave her forgiveness, but I don’t deserve it. I figured her disgust and distrust would help me keep my distance. My brother’s scent on her, that ring on her finger should help me keep my distance.
Yet she looked at me tonight, and instead of anger or hurt, I saw something else.
Attraction.
Desire.
She’s feeling it, too.
But I can’t mention it. What sort of asshole would I be to point it out? “By the way, I can smell your arousal.”
I can’t do this to Julia. To my brother. But knowing me, it’s only a matter of time before I fuck up again.
I’ll keep to the mission. Teach Geo how to be a wolf and how to be a man. It won’t make up for the years I missed, but it’ll help.
Once Geo’s set, I’ll disappear. Again. It’ll hurt, but they’ve gone through it before.
I’ll do what I came to do and get out of here before I fuck up their family any more than I already have.
Chapter Six
Julia
There’s an ache between my legs. I twist, trapped in the sheets.
A deep voice murmurs. “Julia.”
Channing.
I roll towards him. He’s shirtless in the moonlight because, of course, he is. Is he naked? I can’t tell.
I stretch my arms above my head, letting my hair cascade over the pillow. I’m in a sexy nightie, low cut with lace draped over my cleavage. “I've been waiting for you.”
His eyes are green flares in the dark. He puts a hand on my leg and slides it upward in a slow, inexorable ascent.
I lick my lips and let my legs fall open.
“Julia.” He rips the sheets away from me and covers me with his hard body.
I raise my head to meet his. His lips find mine. They’re firm, yet gentle. A growl rises in his throat. He takes a handful of my hair, controlling the kiss. Heat blooms in my core, and I gasp.
He drags me into his arms, seating me into his lap. His hands grip my ass, pulling me against him. I cant my hips forward, rubbing myself up and down. He is naked, and I’m so wet. Any second now, he’s going to slide inside—
A bird shrieks outside my window, and I jerk awake. My core is slick, and my breasts are swollen, heavy.
There’s no darkness, no Channing. I’m alone. It was a dream, but it felt so real.