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Tempting a Wolf
TemptingaWolf
Tempting a Wolf
Copyright © October 2008, Tressie Lockwood
Cover art by Amira Press © October 2008
Amira Press
Baltimore, MD 21216
www.amirapress.com
ISBN: 978-1-935348-01-6
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Tempting a Wolf
Chapter One
For two years, she had watched him. Her sister’s boss. He stopped by the house every now and then, ostensibly to pick up papers Renee had been working on, but Tameca had her own theories about why a man so fine, so made for a woman to bow in submission at his feet, would bother coming to his employee and not the other way around.
Tameca often blocked out that he might want Renee, and so he chose any excuse to see her more often than three days a week, her work schedule. And what man wouldn’t want Renee?
She sighed with her cheek pressed at the corner of the wall between the hallway and the living room of their tiny home. While Renee tilted her head to discuss something found on one of the sheets of paper, her long sheet of perfect hair fell forward over her shoulder. The sunlight caught it just right. Marcus would be a fool not to notice that and everything else about her older sister.
Tameca tugged at her unruly hair. On any given day, if it wasn’t frizzy, it was limp. Today was a frizz day. She reached up, not taking her eyes off Marcus, to smooth it down with both hands. The movement brought her attention to her breasts. Too big. She groaned in frustration.
To her shame, the sound caught Marcus’s attention. He gave a slow, sexy grin that set her body on fire. He turned in Tameca’s direction. “Well, hello, Tami.”
Her heart threatened to stop at both his nickname for her and the timbre of his voice—deep and seductive.
“Leave her alone, Marcus,” Renee warned.
He ignored her sister and strolled over to tower above Tameca. The top of her head came to his nose. He was a good height at somewhere around six-foot-five, above average, but not too tall.
He played with a lock of her hair, probably fighting not to frown in confusion at its wildness, she thought. “And how’s my little mocha beauty today?” he whispered. “Did you miss me?”
I’m twenty-five, not an impressionable teenager , she reminded herself. The pep talk meant zip. He smelled too good. Not cologne, or not only cologne. There was an animal scent to him, something wild and untamed. She longed to rip her clothes off and beg him to take her.
She tried playing it cool instead. “Hey, what’s up, Marcus?” She flattened her back against the wall and folded her hands behind her. She wanted to be cool, but the knack had all gone to Renee. Instead, she was a dumpy, plump woman, still a virgin at her age. Not normally down on herself to the extent she was feeling now, she figured it was Marcus’s fault. He brought out the worst in her.
His deep brown eyes, almost black with intensity, narrowed as he looked down at her. He rested an arm beside her head and moved so close that the heat of his body alone produced the wetness in her panties.
His gaze dropped to her lips. She alternated between licking them and chewing the bottom one. His head lowered until his full lips were a fraction of an inch from hers.
“Do you wonder what I think about you?” His breath warmed her mouth.
“W-What’s that?”
He shifted his hard, muscled frame, which caused his thigh to brush hers. She had to fight not to spread her legs in invitation to him. The flick of his eyebrow toward his hairline was an indication that he knew how he affected her.
“I wonder what your mouth would taste like, whether you would be sweet and intoxicating.” To her relief, he turned his head after he spoke, but he soon ran his nose along her neck. As if she had no command over it, her head tilted back to expose her throat to him. “Because you smell like you’d be delicious,” he declared.
Before her knees could give and she sagged against him, Renee jerked him away. “Marcus, get the hell away from my sister! I told you, she’s off-limits!”
