Page 41 of Ice Rebel

Yep. While I’d never done something so ridiculous in my entire life, it was entirely possible my personality could change. All because one man couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. For anyone.

My deep breath was strangled on the intake, rattled when I exhaled out of frustration. I also twisted my hand around my cheap vinyl steering wheel cover. At this point given the age of the vehicle and how many times I’d taken my annoyance out on my pretty little car, I’d be rubbing skin against metal soon.

The headlights cutting across the rearview mirror were a clear indication my excess speed wasn’t daunting. Maybe I should just slow down and enjoy the ride.

“Oh, my God,” I whispered harshly out loud. What in the hell was I thinking? What was I considering doing? Fucking him? Was that it? Were there any other reasons to allow him to come over?

Samantha would kill me. Or tease me relentlessly.

Wait a minute. She was gone for the night, maybe the weekend depending on how many shots of tequila she drank. And if she enjoyed licking salt off one hot stripper. It was funny how much you could learn about a person in just a couple of weeks.

That being said, what might or might not occur would be my little secret. She wouldn’t need to know I’d surrendered to a hot hockey player. I’d never hear the end of it if she discovered the truth.

With only a few turns left, I was still debating how to handle the moment. I’d never felt so conflicted before. On one hand, I was extremely attracted to him, and not just because he was a poster boy for carnal sin. His personality lent itself to my quirkiness. Facts were facts. My pussy had ached the entire night, even more so than when our arms and legs had been entangled during the event at the pool table.

My libido was raging and I seemed to have no sense of control over my emotions or my crazy desires.

I pulled into the parking lot, constantly checking my rearview mirror. He followed while I found a space but pulled up behind instead of parking. I cut the engine and as soon as I pulled the keys into my hand, I was even more mortified because my nipples were aching.

While I wasn’t immune to the effects of a sexy man, this was getting silly. Maybe my psyche was issuing a warning that time spent with my vibrator had gotten old.

And it had.

Enough so that I couldn’t remember the last time I’d pulled it from the container. In fact, it was still in its original box inside a bigger moving box. That’s how impressed I’d been with the stimulating nubs as advertised. My sex life was nonexistent and I was a healthy girl. A woman. I was definitely a woman now and my needs were legitimate and shouldn’t be ignored.

He remained where he was and by the time I stepped from the car, he had his arm out the window. In the condo community’s glaring overhead lights, his face and the curious expression were exposed. Obviously, he had no clue what to make of me.

Take a number. I felt the same way.

I locked the door and moved closer, feeling an array of irrational emotions while the deep vibrations of the powerful engine swept a rumble straight to my stomach.

“I’m safe now.”

Roy took a deep breath. “I guess you are. You live here all alone?” He seemed startled he’d asked the question. “Sorry. None of my business.”

“That’s okay. I have a roommate, but she’s not here right now.”

“That means you’re all alone. You know what happens to women all alone at night when there’s a full moon. Right?”

I wasn’t really paying attention to that I was walking toward the front door or that he was following me until we were standing in front of it. Alone. Together.

“Vampires will spring from the shadows, shoving me against the wall and ripping my throat out?” I turned to face him, cognizant of just how incredible his aftershave was, even muskier than I’d remembered. Combined with the scent of his leather jacket, a hint of latent cigar smoke from inside the bar, and the richness of his natural musk, a girl could swoon.

He inched a little closer, blocking me against the door. “For a lady who knows a lot about Christmas movies, you are certainly clueless about your horror flicks.”

“Oh, that’s right. A man cursed by the gods, forced to shift into a red-eyed, snarling beast with claws and fangs, eager to rip a person to shreds. They stalk their prey, hunting like the wild animals they are. When their victim least expects it, they strike. A creature with a broad chest, massive jaws, and a penchant for violence. Am I getting warm?”

I was forced to tilt my head to look him directly in the eyes. My, oh, my. In the incandescent light of the moon, they appeared shimmering.

As he dared close the distance, leaving little more than centimeters between us, all I could concentrate on was the heavy pounding of my heart. He was quite suave in placing one hand over my head on the doorjamb, peering down at me with a scowl on his face. “You’re still mixing genres, but I believe you understand how truly dangerous wolves can be.”

“You seem so certain.” My lips were suddenly parched, enough so I dragged my tongue across them. The heat between us was increasingly explosive and it wasn’t something to easily be ignored.

“About the genres or the fact I understand wolf behavior?”

“Wolf behavior. You have me intrigued. Tell me more about what a wolf would do to catch his prey?”

As he released the breath he was holding, a low and steady growl rolled up from his throat. I hadn’t noticed until now, but he’d dropped his head by a couple of inches, our lips far too dangerously close together. All I’d need to do was tilt my chin a little more or rise onto my tiptoes and the pressure would be too much.