“So, you are the new security detail?'' she interrupts my answer. It’s more stated than asked.
I’m stuck between the unfinished, salacious comment hanging on my tongue and interpreting what she just said.Security detail?
“Do you know when my Gigi will be back?” She crosses to the window, and gazes out at the trees. She uses a lofty tone, as if she is a princess ordering a servant about.
“She didn’t say,” I answer slowly, watching the girl carefully. She’s trying to act aloof, but I can sense the tension she’s holding in her body, see it in her spine and shoulders. I can hear it in her voice, and I can smell it. There is no hiding from the wolf.
The redhead turns around, putting her back to the vast windows, and I find myself approaching her, encroaching on her personal space. I am nearly a foot taller, and she must crane her head to look up at me.
Her eyes go round as her tongue drags over her lips, wetting those rosy petals. My pants grow even tighter. That delicious scent of hers thickens.
Apparently, I’ve been a lone wolf too long. I should have indulged in some female company before pursuing this endeavor.
“So, what’s yourname?” she asks.
She is still attempting to act superior and unaffected. But her eyes flutter as if she is fighting something inside her. I wonder if it’s the arousal permeating the air with intoxicating intensity.
I'm the Big Bad Wolf, and I’m going to eat you right up, little girl.
Instead of voicing my thoughts, I reply, “Brexley.”
Why did I tell her my name?
“Do you have a last name, Brexley?” she asks, her eyes dropping to my chest before traveling back up to meet my eyes.
I don’t answer.
“Usually, the security detail has me address them by their last name,” she says expectantly.
“Moon. Brexley Moon.”
Under her delicious scent there is that something else. It’s on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t place it. Whatisit? Frustration mounts in me, in more ways than one. If I could get close enough, maybe I can figure it out.
She nods as if satisfied. “Call me Red, everyone does.”
My hands land on the glass on either side of her head, effectively locking her in. A blush starts at her neck and travels up to her cheeks. She can’t hide the shallow pants as she stares at me with lust shining in her eyes.
“Well little Red, what shall we do while we wait for your grandmother to get here?”
Energy thrums between us. It pounds in my ears and under my skin – like an ancient drumbeat I’ve somehow always known. It drowns out the reason why I’m here and puts all my focus on this girl.
Her loftiness evaporates and she whispers, “Don’t touch me.” Her focus bounces back and forth between my mouth and eyes.
The little girl says not to. But, oh fae lords, everything else about her is inviting. Begging me to come in.
“Why not?” I keep my voice low, like hers.
She wets her lips yet again. “Because . . . ” she trails off, a little shudder going through her.
I want to suck on that full lower lip. Take it in my mouth to lick, suck, and nibble at it until she gasps.
But I built an existence on self-control and boundaries. It’s the only way I’ve lived this long. There is no breaking the foundation of my survival instincts.
As if completely disconnected from my brain, my hand moves to her face and my thumb brushes lightly against that lip that has me under its spell.
The moan that slips from her mouth is sin and sex. It morphs into a growl. She juts her arms out and I’m launched back.
I've never been caught off balance, until now. The backs of my knees hit the edge of Grandma’s bed.
