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“Yeah. The lake. It would be so… relaxing.”
Really? She wants a relaxing moment at the lake. It’s only when I glance at her and see the desire written so clearly on her face that I realize neither of us is in the mood for relaxation.
“Let’s go back to our rooms and clean up, then meet back here in thirty minutes.”
“Fifteen minutes,” I say with an impatient growl in my voice.
She nods her agreement and we take off in opposite directions.
Fifteen minutes later I see her arrive precisely at the same time I do, both of us clean and still wet from the world's fastest shower and change of clothes. Funny, we both picked the same pattern from our mandatory supply of Hawaiian print shirts.
Controlling my urge to grab her hand, we leave the building and head toward the lake. I’m walking so fast she has to run every few steps to keep up.
“Slow down, big guy. You don’t want to arrive without me.”
No. No, I certainly don’t.
Chapter Eighteen
Jenna
How did this happen? How, in the span of a few short days, did Noble go from being a terrifyingly foreign creature to being so handsome in my eyes? No. Not just handsome. He’s sexy. I want to slide my fingers through that golden mane of his. I want to feel the rasp of his tongue on mine. If I’m honest, I want so much more than that.
The moment we cross from the open pathway into the cover of the woods, I grab his hand and use all my might to yank him to a stop. When he turns toward me, barely stifling a snarl of impatience, I don’t find him fearsome at all. Instead, I find him sexy.
His amber eyes almost glow in the twilight, and the white flash of his fangs just makes me want to slide my tongue along their length.
“You do things to me, Noble. Just the sight of you plucks something deep inside me.”
He steps toward me. He’s so close, his large feet are on either side of mine. His humongous hands, claws extended, bracket my cheeks so gently I don’t feel the slightest prick.
“What things?” He asks this in a growl so deep and low it flows over and then through me, sparking my arousal.
“I was furious at you for ten days, thinking you didn’t want to talk to me. Couldn’t even bear tolookat me after we shared the world’s most amazing kiss in the kitchen. Still, in my bed at night, I thought of you in an entirely different way. I wanted you, Noble. I…”
Should I admit this? He’s never been with a woman before, never touched a woman before me.
“I touched myself as I thought about you.”
A rumbling purr pounds through his chest wall at the same time he releases a satisfied chuff.
“Tell me more.” It’s a demand, though I doubt he wanted it to come out that way.
“M-more?” What have I started? This isn’t some silly text stream with someone I’ll never meet in real life. We’re going to see each other every day for the next two years.
“Tell me more of what you thought about me. And tell me how youtouched yourself.” His voice has dipped so low, is so commanding, it’s as though the words are coming from someone else entirely. How is it possible that he’s even sexier with this dominant tone?
I step even closer, having to tip my head back to keep eye contact. I did this on purpose so the pebbled tips of my breasts would graze him through both our Hawaiian shirts.
“I thought about the rasp of your tongue on mine.”
His only answer is his steady purr.
“And how slick your fangs were when I ran my tongue up and down them.”
I’m startled when he wraps his tail around my ankle, but then I enjoy the touch of his soft fur on my skin.
“Does it make me a bad person that I’ve endlessly wondered what your cock will look like? That I’ve tried to picture whether it will be more man than beast or more beast than man?”
