Page 118 of Ice Devil

Unable to help myself, I lifted it over my head. “Come and get it.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

She rose from the desk slowly, the smile on her face as mischievous as the woman. What a pleasant surprise not to see her usual expression of wanting to eat me alive.

Wait. What was I saying? My cock was still aching.

As she sashayed closer, she never blinked until she was only six inches away. Then she did, using her long eyelashes to try to woo me. When I didn’t fall for her trick right away, she lunged forward and up, somehow managing to snatch the paper from my hands.

“Don’t mess with a former Choctaw High School basketball star,” she threw out while backing away.

“Ah, the things I learn about you.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she read the article. Even more interesting than the words on the paper were her reactions, one emotion rolling after the other.

Including shock followed by her signature wicked smile. A scheme had just slipped into her mind.

“What do you have cooking up?”

Her laugh wasn’t helping my physical condition. “I know the reporter. James Sparrow. Cool name, huh? We went to college together. We were in competition for contests, complete oil and water, but I consider him a good friend. It would seem karma is turning in our favor.”

“Should I be jealous?”

“Uh, not in the least.” She laughed, narrowing her eyes a few seconds later. “You’re jealous, huh?”

“You are my woman.” I grunted for emphasis.

“We’ll see about that. This could be magic.”

I was beginning to wonder if there was such a thing.

Her answer confirmed she had no clue what our mating would mean for the future. It was my responsibility to tell her we were joined at the hip. I had to let her know that no matter if she moved a thousand miles away, her body and mind would never allow her peace until we were together. In a sense, I’d chained her to me. Not that I minded, but she might.

“I have an idea. A perfect, slam dunk of an idea.”

I walked closer, offering her an exaggerated sigh as I did. “You make me nervous when you talk like that.”

“You’re going to need to trust me. Can you do that?”

“That depends.”

“Oh, come on. With this pretty face?”

Did she not think enticing a wolf would have consequences? In being around her with every emotion hanging out, I’d found myself more uncontrolled than I had at any other time of my life.

I cupped her face, dragging her closer. While she tried to push me away, I was having none of it.

“Me wolf. You mate.” As if I could ever pass for an actor. But kissing her, devouring every inch I knew oh too well. Tasting her had become one of the sweetest aspects of my life. With our lips locked together, I pushed her across the desk, almost knocking her laptop to the floor.

The moment I thrust my tongue inside, she wiggled her hips and I knew the classic move of her trying to gain control. That just wasn’t going to occur. What did the brat do to fend me off even as I had my tongue down her throat?

She swatted me with the newspaper.

I did so adore a girl with verve. One who enjoyed it rough and tumble style was a bonus.

While the kiss had stood a chance of taking on a life of its own, her tongue and mouth enjoying mine, she was clearly distracted.

The realization didn’t appease my wolf, but he’d learn to live with disappointment.