Chapter 9 Seduction Game With The Big Bad Wolf

• Finally, his blue eyes shift from the road to meet mine, where they linger for a long moment before sliding down to my lips and beyond, where my breasts press against his chest.
• "I know I'm plain. I just never liked all those girly things." I wipe away my tears with my free hand.
• "I would have fooled you just as much if you fucked him as if you didn't. Be glad you didn't."
• I don't know if that brings me any comfort. I know he didn't answer my question.
• "So, should I..."
• I stop at the word he used, unable to decide to say it, "Should I be with someone else? "
• His lower lip disappears between his teeth, as if he's holding back his words.
• "Tell me, how can I get over it?" My voice is almost pleading.
• "By spending the next four months fucking someone in every imaginable position."
• I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it, more than once. But it was always from a place of pain and rejection, a place I knew would lead me to regret in the future.
• "I don't just want 'someone'."
• Right now, by the way my body is responding to him, I want the lumberjack. I trace the back of his neck with the tips of my fingers. His arms are so strong, his body so tense, his face so striking. Every fiber of my body is in tune with his, my skin tingles at the thought of these hands touching my naked skin. What would it be like to be naked with someone so big and masculine? I twirl the small curly strands of hair in my trembling, but unusually bold fingers.
• "Have you ever been with a virgin? "
• He inhales with a slight hiss, "not for long."
• "Why not?"
• "I prefer women to young girls."
• I swallow against the sting of that rejection. He's calling me a girl.
• "So, does inexperience bother you?"
• "It never attracted me."
• A wicked smile touches his lips, "Although you wouldn't be inexperienced for long."
• A blush runs through my body almost instantly, heat pooling between my legs at the way he talks, as if sex were a real possibility between us. Pressing my lips to try to hide my nervous smile, I raise my hand to run my fingers through his beard again. How would it feel against my skin if he kissed me? I've never kissed a man with a beard. I've never kissed anyone other than Abraham.
• "I bet if you shaved your face, you'd be even more handsome." His jaw tightens as I stroke the edge of his jaw slowly, imagining what lies beneath.
• "Maybe I don't want to be more handsome."
• "You know what I mean, lumberjack." I rest my head against his broad body again, burying my face further into his thick neck because it feels so nice and warm there. I notice that one of the buttons on his shirt has come undone. I reach for it, intending to fix it for him, and accidentally undo another in the process.
• "Oops. I'm sorry."
• The tip of my finger slides over the exposed warm skin as I try to fix it with just one hand. Oh my god. This guy's chest. I understand what "rock hard" means now. His skin is smooth, with a faint line of hair trailing down the middle.
• "Are you staying here, in the village?"
• "Of course."
• "Which cabin?"
• "Why?"
• "Because maybe I want to find you tomorrow?"
• "You won't."
• "How do you know? "
• An arrogant smile flickers, "Because if you remember anything from tonight, you'll avoid me for the rest of the summer."
• I furrow my brow against his neck, "You think you have me all figured out. What if I just want to say hello?"
• "I'm sure I'll see you around."
• My lips have been skimming over his skin as I talk. Now I run my tongue along them, because it's the closest I can get without actually licking him.
• "You taste salty."
• A shaky sigh escapes him and he quickens. Did I just turn on the lumberjack? Abraham used to breathe like that when I sucked on his earlobe. My ego could definitely use the boost right now, "what if I wanted to find you for other things? "
• Man, alcohol makes me brave. There's a long pause.
• "Other things?"
• I let my cool nose brush against his neck from side to side. The muscles in his neck tense as he swallows hard.
• "You know..."
• "You can't even say it, can you?"
• "Not when I'm sober "I admit. But tonight you're drunk, Prue, which means you're in luck.
• "Then say it." he murmurs, his tone suddenly low and teasing. We've entered the village now. I'll be at my cabin soon, and my time with the lumberjack and this unusual bravery will be over. Taking a deep breath, I lift my head enough for my mouth to reach his ear.
• "Would you fuck me if I asked you to? "
• His chest rises against me and then he exhales.
• "Maybe." His already deep voice has turned husky and I feel that word right between my legs, "and what else? "
• My giggles are mixed with embarrassment.
• "Is there more? I don't know. I've never even made it to first base. I've never even had a guy touch me down there."
• "Here we are. Cabin seven."
• Before I realize what's happening, my feet hit the ground and I lose the pleasant warmth of his body against mine. I reach out and grab handfuls of his jacket, the ground unsteady.
• "Where's your key? " He whispers, seemingly in a hurry.
• "Back pocket."
• I frown at the gravel. He's moving. His arms wrap around me, one of them settling on my lower back. Warm fingers slide against my butt as he searches my right pocket.
• "The wrong one!" I laugh, the wide smile on my face undoubtedly idiotic. His hand quickly retreats and searches the other, pulling out the card, "You touched my butt. You should at least tell me your name."
• He pauses, his eyes on the key and the door.
• With a sigh, he says: "It's Diego."
• "Mmm... Diego."
• I lean on him, okay, I fall against his chest and wrap my arms around his waist in a hug. I tilt my head back to see his striking face illuminated by the light from the cabin door and whisper: "So, about what we were talking about?"
• His jaw tightens, but in his eyes, I'm sure I see a dance of amusement. A gentle tug on my braid makes my head sink back further. My lips part as he leans in, preparing for a kiss.
• "Stop bothering me and go to sleep."
• I give him my best pout, but the truth is I'm starting to feel dizzy.
• "I need to lie down now. Thank you for taking me home and not letting me fall into that icy water. By the way, my name is Prue. Some people call me Prudence, but I hate it. So, if I ever see you again, don't call me that."
• His perfect mouth is right there, so close to me that I can smell mint on his breath. And I want to taste it. I don't think I've ever wanted anything so badly in my life as I want to feel and taste his lips right now.
• Before I lose my chance, I stand on tiptoe and slide my lips over his, the edge of his neck tickles me. He exhales against my skin and I close my eyes, trembling with the sensation. However, he hasn't backed away yet, so I continue, running my tongue over his lips once before pressing my mouth against his, capturing his upper lip between mine in a hesitant and sweet kiss that I hope he will reciprocate.
• He pulls back slightly, just enough for his mouth to be out of reach, and slides my card into the reader. The unlocking mechanism clicks, and the light flashes green. Without a word, he opens the door and nudges me into the darkness.
• A wave of disappointment crashes over me, my heart sinking as I fight back tears. Did he just push me aside? But before the thought settles, a firm hand grasps my waist, yanking me back against the solid, unyielding wall of his chest. My breath hitches, heart pounding as his chest meets my back, his mouth near my ear, warm breath grazing my skin.
• His warm tongue traces a slow, teasing path along the curve of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. Then, he leans in closer, his cool nose brushing the sensitive skin of my ear. I can’t suppress the gasp that escapes me, my pulse thundering in my ears.
• "Apparently, some people call me the big bad wolf," he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. "But I kind of like it."
• Before I can reply, his mouth is on mine. It’s not soft, not tentative. His lips capture mine in a way that leaves no room for thought, only sensation. His hand grips my waist tighter, and I’m pulled against him, lost in the heady pull of the moment.
• He kisses me like he’s been waiting for it—his lips firm, commanding, but with an edge of restraint, like he's testing my limits. The raw intensity of it makes my knees weak, and I cling to him as if he's the only thing keeping me grounded. I barely realize I’m responding, my body leaning into his, fingers curling into his shirt, until he pulls away just enough for me to catch my breath, until he pulls away just enough for me to catch my breath.
• And then, as suddenly as it began, it ends. He pulls away, leaving me breathless, the heat of his lips lingering on mine.
• I blink, dazed, as the door shuts behind him. He’s gone before the full weight of his words even registers.