Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

His words play over and over in my head. Pure torture.
Worse? I can picture it. So can my kitty, because she’s wet
and aching between my legs, plaintively mewling for Kage’s
big rough hand to pet her.
When I met David at twenty, I was naive. I didn’t have the
wild high school experience, or the wild college experience, or
any of the shenanigans Sloane enjoyed when she went away to
Arizona State. I lived at home while I went to the modest and
boring University of Nevada, over the hill in Reno.
I was a good girl. A small-town girl. A virgin.
Except for that one time with my high school math tutor,
but ten seconds probably doesn’t count.
The point is that I don’t have the kind of experience to deal
with a handsome, dangerous, virile male in his prime saying
such things to me.
I’d better stop at the convenience store on the way home
and pick up an extra set of batteries. I’m going to really need
to work this one out.
“I apologize if I offended you.”
I stiffen, sucking in a startled breath.
Speaking low, Kage stands behind me, close enough that I
can smell him and feel his body heat. He’s not touching me,
but he’s got to be mere inches away. I feel as if I’m getting
burned right through my dress.
I answer without turning my body or head. “It wasn’t so
much offended as stunned.”
His exhalation stirs a tendril of hair on my neck. “It’s not
often I…”
He rethinks whatever he was going to say and starts over.
“I’m not a patient man. But that’s not your problem. If you ask
me to leave you alone, I’ll honor that request.”
I don’t know how to answer that. At least not honestly.
Because if I were to tell him the truth, we’d already be naked
somewhere.