Page 8 of Her Werewolf Lover

“Trust me, I won’t hurt you,” he murmured.

“Okay,” she said, wanting to believe he meant it about more than just her toe.

The situations running through her head were highly unlikely. Provocative, but not in the realm of reality, she mused.

“There now.”

He leaned forward and dropped a kiss on her foot, lifting his head as a shiver ran through her. His grin was contagious, but she frowned, fighting the urge to smile along with him.

“Now, let’s see what we’ve got here.”

That gentle tone of his caught her off guard, as did the intensity of his almost black eyes.

Pretty eyes. Familiar eyes.

Samantha frowned, hardly protesting as he ministered to her injury with work-roughened, callused fingertips.

Ah, but they felt good. Too good on her chilled skin, still damp from her shower.

“Stand up,” he commanded, and she obeyed.

His head was bent, studying her foot. And she took a moment to look him over, as well.

Whoa.

The man was drop-dead gorgeous.

A breeze from the open door went right through the flimsy piece of silk she wore, and she shivered.

Suddenly, remembering she wasn’t dressed, Samantha leaned forward and clutched her robe. She stepped to the side, moving her foot so the stranger had no choice but to release her foot.

What the heck was she doing allowing a strange man in her house, permitting him to stroke her skin with those maddening, slow touches at seven o’clock in the morning?

That question was better left unanswered, she realized. It had been so long since anyone had touched her with any intent, and here she was mistaking his concern for interest.

Shaking her head, she focused on the man’s face, determined to take control of the situation.

“It’s fine. Thank you. Um, I’m sorry, Mr.?”

“No problem. It doesn’t look broken, but you may want to ice it. If it still hurts, I mean.”

She stared at him blankly. The stranger raised a dark eyebrow. Smiling widely again, he gestured with his hands for her to continue.

Those tender, warm, masculine hands that had felt so good on her skin.

“Your toe,” he repeated when she remained silent. “Ice it if it hurts.”

“Right,” she murmured.

But what should she do about her pink bits, she wondered as they sparked to life with interest.

Longing and need pulsed through her. Two emotions that had not been felt in so many months, years even, Sam had no idea what to do with either.

OMG.

Was she actually thinking about sex? Her mouth opened, and she shivered again. That had not happened in a very long time.

The stranger stood up suddenly, jogging her from her naughty thoughts. She looked down, gasping as her gaze zeroed in on the noticeable bulge inside his tight jeans.