Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Denying it seemed pointless. This man knew his effect. “I doubt any woman wouldn’t.”
He placed his hands on the rail, surrounding her body with his. “I didn’t ask about any woman.”
“I most definitely like what I see.” She probably should have at least tried to sound nonchalant, or shrugged off his interest in her response, but she had never been very good at hiding her feelings. It was part of what would make her a good witch -- once she figured out what she was doing. Her sincerity and genuine desire to help others would be infused in her potions and spells. It was also something that could really get her into trouble with Drake Cole.
He grasped her shoulder and turned her gently until they stood face to face. His expression was animalistic, his eyes hungry. “I like what I see as well.” The gentleness of his words belied his expression.
As did the kiss that followed.
Drake’s lips were moist, slick, and he kissed her with great expertise. Hazel was quickly lost in the bliss he created, her mouth mimicking his kisses, her hands clutching his sides as she tried to keep her balance.
When he slid his tongue into her mouth, skillfully licking and creating unimaginable pleasure within her, she tentatively did the same. His wild taste intoxicated her, but heightened her senses instead of dulling them. Not even trying to hide how this experienced affected her, Hazel closed her eyes and gave herself up to the pleasure Drake created.
* * *
Taking Hazel outside was the smartest thing Drake had ever done in his life. First of all, he doubted she would let him kiss her in front of everyone inside. Secondly, it got him away from all the overpowering scents and allowed him to catch Hazel’s true scent for the first time and he was able to figure out what he’d been missing.
Hazel… was a virgin.
Drake supposed he should be surprised -- even virgins weren’t virgins these days -- but he wasn’t. Somehow, it fit Hazel.
If he had been a gentleman, Drake would have stopped before things got out of hand. But he wasn’t. He was, sometimes, more animal than man, and he had no problems taking Hazel where no man had gone before. In fact, the thought only added to his desire for her.
He would be the first man to ever make love to this delectable woman!
But not yet.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, Drake pulled her against him, wedging his leg between hers, connecting with her cunt. She gasped, but didn’t resist. Her eyes were wide, her mouth parted. She was trembling.
“Sweet Jesus.” Her whisper was so low, he almost didn’t catch it, even with his incredible hearing.
“What’s the matter, little witch? Are you afraid of the big bad wolf?”
Her pelvis moved slightly against his thigh, but she controlled herself almost immediately. “I’m not afraid of you, Drake.”
“You’re trembling.”
“So?”
“If it’s not fear --” He grinned. “-- what is it?”
“Err, well,” she stammered, seeming unsure of herself for the first time since he’d met her, “you know.” Hazel smiled nervously and shrugged.
“Yes, Hazel. I do know.”
She actually stopped breathing for a second. “You do?”
“Of course.” He simply could not contain the smile spreading across his mouth. She was too damn innocent for her own good -- which was really saying something considering she was in the arms of a werewolf on a Halloween evening of a blue moon. “Don’t you?”
Her brow wrinkled in the most adorable way. “Um, sexual arousal?”
He laughed then. He couldn’t help it. “Are you telling me, or asking me?”
She blinked several times before pulling back from him. “I -- I don’t understand.”
“How old are you, Hazel?” He retained his hold on her, though she was no longer pressed so intimately against his body.
“Wha --? I’m twenty-one. What’s that got to do with anything?”
Drake took a half step nearer to her, backing her up against the balcony railing. He spoke slowly and quietly, looking her directly in the eye. “Can you explain to me how a woman as incredibly sexy as you are made it to twenty-one still a virgin?”
“How did you know that?” Hazel gasped. She couldn’t believe he knew that! Was she that inept at kissing? Oh, God! She was! And he was making fun of her. She pushed him back, but he retained his hold on her arm.
Still grinning, Drake pulled her back into the shelter of his body. “You are absolutely delectable, do you know that?”
“No,” she retorted, “I don’t. As you so graciously pointed out, I’m a bit out of my element.”
He chuckled. “For which I’m exceedingly grateful.”
“Look, I really don’t need you pointing out my shortcomings. I already know what they are without your help.” Jerking away from him, Hazel ducked under his arm and stormed back inside.
Jerk!
Swine!
Wereskunk!!
Of all the nerve! Hazel couldn’t believe she’d let herself get swept away by such an arrogant bastard. Nice-looking he might be, but he was a complete asshole. It wasn’t some crime to be a virgin.