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“You coming to see me play tomorrow?”
At the mention of the band, I shot up from his lap, irritated, still facing him but holding myself off his chest. He kept one hand on my thigh and played with my curls with the other.
“Yes, actually, I will be,” I assured him huffily.
He looked confused at my tone. “What did I miss?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “A new volunteer application came across my desk this week. From Sarah.”
His confusion cleared. “Ah, yes, you mentioned that. Maybe her interest is genuine?”
“Oh, she’s genuine all right, genuinely interested in you.”
“She does like animals. She’s said as much in the past.”
Men!
“Really? Does she have any pets? Has she volunteered anywhere before? Does she have any experience in a clinic setting?”
“What does that matter? Volunteers aren’t allowed in the clinic.”
“She wrote on her application that she wants to volunteer in the clinic,” I informed him.
I watched as he dropped his gorgeous head back on the couch and I had the sudden urge to straddle his lap and gather all that hair over the back of the couch in my hands and kiss him senseless. I could almost feel his hair in my hands, could almost feel his big hands on my hips, guiding me, holding me down while he…
His deep, gruff voice interrupted me, “Where’d you go just then?”
I met his eyes, hiding nothing. His hand spasmed on my thigh and he wrapped a curl around his finger.
“Willa.”
“Yes, Viking?”
“Tell me where you went and then I’m going to go,” he demanded.
“First tell me what to do about Sarah.” My voice was husky.
He answered readily, “I won’t have volunteers at the clinic, and I won’t be around the shelter if she’s volunteering. Now tell me where you went.”
I blushed.
“You lay your head on the back of the couch.”
His eyes were dark, hungry, he wrapped one hand firmly around my thigh, the other still tangled in my hair. There was no need to be embarrassed by my fantasy, he wanted this from me, and I wanted to give it to him.
I continued. “And I wanted to straddle your lap, and push all your hair back from your face, and kiss you, and I could almost feel your hands on my hips, guiding me…”
I gulped. That was as far as I could take it. His lips pressed together in a thin line, his eyes heavy-lidded.
He wrapped his palm around the back of my neck and pulled me forward for a brief, hard, closed-mouth, kiss. Then he stood up with me still in his lap and set me on my feet on the floor in front of him. I grabbed his forearms to steady myself and looked up into his dark gaze. He held my eyes and made no secret of adjusting himself in his pants.
“Tomorrow night,” he spoke gruffly, pulling me in close for a moment, “tomorrow night we’re doing just that.”
“Okay,” I agreed. I’d never elicited that kind of passion in a man.
The nerves attacked suddenly while he pulled me to the front door.
“I’ll guide everything, Willa, just like always, but you can have my hair and you can be on top. I’ll still run the show, just changing up the position. Would you like that?”
