Bad Wolf (Wild Men 4)
Neither of us seems willing to talk about the elephant in the room. Kissing her was heaven. Now I’m shooting down the rabbit hole faster than a bullet.
She walks a few steps away and comes to a halt in front of my drawings. I’ve got some taped to the wall. Easier for me to tell if they are good crap or bad crap this way, rather than having them inside my drawing pad.
“Did you make these?” she asks.
“No, I rent them with the room,” I say before I can get control of my mouth. “It came furnished.”
“Really?”
“No. I drew them.” I want to walk to where she is and put my arms around her, bury my nose in the crook of her pale neck. But of course I don’t.
“Love the portraits.” She drifts further away, scrutinizing my art, then returns to the window.
“I also draw monsters and flowers. Monsters are my specialty.” It’s the truth. From demons to dragons to strange hybrids.
“Monsters, huh?”
She’s so close. Again. Her faint coconut scent wafts up to me, makes me think of sun-kissed beaches and palm trees. She’s wearing small silver hoops in her ears, tiny beads threaded in them, green, and red, and white, and blue.
“What about you? Did you make the earrings you’re wearing, or are you renting them with your clothes?” I want to touch them, tug on them, bite the shell of her small ear, make her moan again like before…
She laughs, reaches up to touch one hoop, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop a groan. Fuck, I’ve never wanted a chick so much in my life. What is it about her that’s so intoxicating?
“Yeah, I made them. I’m thinking of selling them. I want to open an online store.”
“Sounds like a great idea.” I lick my lips and regret it instantly. Her sweet taste lingers, and the hard-on I’ve been trying to lose returns with a vengeance. Fuck.
How on Earth am I going to manage this? How can I stop myself from kissing her again, touching her, thrusting into her when she’s here, right here with me? Hell.
My gaze is drawn back to the curve of her tits under the thin fabric of her blouse. She’s not wearing a bra, I think, and damn if my dick’s not back to drilling a hole through my pants.
“That might mean I’ll stay,” she says, and the words take a minute to sink into my brain.
“Stay?”
“I came here for the summer, to see if I like it. If this place doesn’t make me run away in a panic. You know. Bad memories.”
I know all about bad memories, but the thought of her leaving has my stomach in a knot. “And if your online store works out, you think you’d like it here?”
“Maybe. I like Kayla, and Ev is here, too. I haven’t had anything trigger my panic so far.”
“Except Travis. My roommate?”
She snorts softly. “It wasn’t so bad.”
Yeah, right. Few times have I wanted to punch someone so badly. Damn roomies. “I thought you were here to go to college.”
“I might. I’m thinking of transferring here, to the art department.”
“Do you draw?”
She shakes her head, her ponytail bouncing. I want to grab it, wrap her silky hair around my hand to hold her still while I fuck her mouth with my tongue.
Jesus fucking Christ.
“I want to draw you.” The words are out of my mouth before my brain connects. “If you’d like.”
“Now?” Her eyes are round, and I want to kick myself. She’s kept her cool so far, but I bet she’s about to run out of here and never come back.