Page 48 of Warlander Grizzly
Landon sat up on the mattress and glared. “Are you dating him?”
“I went on a date with him,” she said cheekily. Landon was fun to piss off.
“When?”
“Recently.”
“You forgot to tell me his last name?”
“It’s nunya business.”
“Did you make that little noise for him?” he asked. There was a growl in his voice. Hilarious, this is what he got for making fun of her kiss-sound.
“I can’t recall. I was kind of lost in the moment.”
Landon jerked his head at an angle, and a long growl escaped his throat. He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head, but when he opened them again, they were glowing too bright.
“I should take you back home now,” he said in a voice that belonged to a monster.
Uh-oh. She’d taken it too far. “I met him at a speed-dating night at the Bad Axe bar. It didn’t mean anything.”
“I think I need…” He frowned. “I think I need to take a minute. I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t leave,” she said as he hopped out of the back of the truck and hit the ground with no sound of impact. “I was just teasing.”
“Oh, I figured. I’m just…I don’t know. Something’s happening.”
“To your animal?” she asked, gripping onto the side of the truck bed. “Fix it,” she growled, but it hadn’t been her who spoke those words—it was her bear. She clapped her hands over her mouth, mortified.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. Everything is okay. This was the best first date I’ve ever been on, Lucia,” he said suddenly, but his voice was so gravelly, so raspy. “This is too fast.”
“Okay,” she uttered, confused. “The kiss was too fast?”
“No, what I want to do to you is too fast.”
Lucia swallowed hard and tried to remember how to speak, because that word combination from this man’s lips apparently had the power to set her ovaries off like fireworks. “What…what would you like to do to me?”
“Bite you.”
“Bite me,” she repeated softly. That wasn’t supposed to be hot, but it was. He was a walking red flag, but apparently she liked red.
“And spank you while I fuck you, so you find pleasure in it, but I want to do it hard enough to leave a handprint so that you remember who you belong to when you start bringing up other males. And it’s too early for all of that.”
She cleared her throat and nodded. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
She stared dumbly at him.
“Yes, what?” he repeated in that deep, growling, sultry voice of his.
She barely fought off the overwhelming urge to say, Yes sir. Her brain belonged to a strong, badass female, but around this man her hoo-hah had her thinking things she would have to reprimand herself about later. “I don’t know. I had just forgotten the meaning of every word but ‘yes.’ I am better now.”
He leapt into the back of the truck, and she gasped as he took her back against the mattress with him. He put his hand ever-so-gently around her throat and leaned down against her ear. “I can tell by the way your pupils dilate when I talk to you that you will be fun in bed, Lucia Novak. You’re going to like it a little rough,” he whispered against her sensitive ear as he squeezed her throat just slightly. “Aren’t you?” He inhaled her scent and then murmured, “I can make you feel filthy. How did Steve make you feel?”
Well, also filthy, but not in a sexy way. “Not good?”
“I’m not taking anything from you tonight, but you will think about the way I kissed you tonight when I have you all tucked into bed. When you remember I knew you had no clothes on under this blanket, and I didn’t push you. You aren’t a one-night stand kind of girl, and you haven’t had time to think about what you want from me yet. I’m not going to give you what I want to give you until you beg me for it.” He tightened a hand around her wrist and pushed it up over her head, then bit her neck so gently, she barely felt his teeth against her skin.