Ruthless (Wolf Ranch 6)

Rand grabbed the empty water glass by my bed and put it over the spider on the wall then carefully carried it to the open window. This one didn’t have a screen, so he shook the glass outside then turned back around.

He hadn’t killed it. He’d let it go.

“All gone, darlin’.” He set the glass back beside the bed, but I wouldn’t be drinking from it again until I washed it. No way.

He came over to me, wrapped his arms around me like we were already lovers, like he’d done it hundreds of times before. “No need to be afraid,” he murmured, eyes crinkling as he smiled down at me. “I’ll take care of all the spiders around here.”

I suddenly found myself shivering. Most houses in Montana didn’t have air conditioning. This one especially, since it didn’t even have up-to-code electrical. It had to be over eighty degrees on the second floor. I wasn’t the least bit cold. It was from the closeness of Rand, his strong arms banded around me for the second time today.

Rand was smooth—very smooth. He knew how to make a girl feel comfortable and at ease. What woman didn’t want a spider tamer as a lover? I had to bet he woke up in a different woman’s bed at least twice a week. I shoved that mood dampening thought out of my mind.

I was in his arms now, even if I’d be another human notch on his belt. Did I want that? My pussy didn’t care. My mind had different thoughts.

Of course, I’d love to be the special one, but I was smart enough to know that wasn’t a possibility. I just wanted in on the experience, knowing he was in the same headspace as me. Temporary. Scratch an itch. Let off some steam.

I bet he was incredible in bed.

Probably one hundred times better than my past boyfriends. With his arms around me, I couldn’t even picture any of them in my mind.

Rand’s hand dipped lower on my back, cupped my ass and squeezed. “What other manly tasks do you have for me, Red? If you need some help coming up with ideas...”

I was suddenly breathing like I’d jogged up three flights of stairs. Our gazes tangled and locked, his blue one intense and wild. I reached up and ran my fingers through his dark curls as I’d wanted earlier.

“Well, there were a few things…” My voice came out husky and low. I started walking backward toward the bed. Yeah, my pussy had won the battle with my mind.

He fell easily in step, not releasing me from his embrace. “Oh yeah?”

The hand not on my ass wrapped around my nape, holding my head captive. I felt his dominance, that unleashed power in the hold. It was gentle, but I knew who was in charge. He lowered his lips toward mine.

“Tell me all of them,” he murmured, his lips so close they brushed against mine.

I swallowed hard. “How are you with your tongue?” I asked.

His mouth descended on mine at the same moment he pushed me onto my back on the bed. He caught his weight with one hand, still cradling my neck with the other as his lips slanted across mine. His tongue swept into my mouth at the same moment the bulge of his erection found the cradle of my legs.

I gasped, opening my mouth wider for him, rocking my pelvis up to meet his. I felt how big he was. How hard. How much he wanted me.

“Were you thinking you wanted my tongue here?” He licked at the corner of my mouth then pulled away enough to cup my mons with his hand. “Or here?” He dragged a knuckle over the seam of my shorts, sending shockwaves of pleasure to my clit. If it felt that good with his clothes on, then I was in big trouble here.

He bit the fabric over one of my breasts. “Or maybe here?”

I tugged at the hem of his shirt, dying to see if he had washboard abs. I just knew he had to.

Yep.

He did. He helped me by reaching back and doing that sexy one-handed shirt-removal thing that I thought only the guys in movies knew how to do.

Oh glory be to Jesus. The man—wolf—whatever, was beautiful. Gloriously solid muscle, a hairy chest that just begged to be scratched with my newly grown nails. Nails that weren’t good for playing the violin.

“How about all the places, darlin’? You want my tongue everywhere?”

“Yes, please.” I sounded completely breathless.

He rubbed between my legs again. “Seeing as how you asked so nicely…” He trailed his tongue from the hollow of my throat down between my breasts.

He pushed up my tank top. “Can I take this off, Natalie?”

Oh God. Hot and respectful. This could be a simple make out session if that was as far as I wanted it to go. He’d stop. He’d kiss the hell out of me, maybe even get me to come with his hand over my shorts like we were teenagers.