The short sleeves of his t-shirt hardly hide the biceps and triceps bulging underneath.When he moves his arm, the muscles ripple.He’s like some delectable Greek god the way his body is sculpted.Each muscle ripped, every tendon taut.The main veins under his skin—on his forearms and running up towards his shoulders—seem to etch out the way to his heart.
Even his skin has a healthy burnished glow now.Two tattoos stand out in stark contrast because of how black they are.The one on his left forearm looks like some kind of vial.The other one on his right bicep says “sanguis spurcus” or something like that.
“This is the second time we have met, Shadow.I hardly know you!So please stop asking me about my dreams.”
He smirks after my outburst, putting my other foot down before walking to the door.But he’s not leaving.Bending from those lean hips of his, Shadow starts unlacing his boots before pulling them off.His socks are white and clean.
I get a glimpse of the band of his underwear under his baggy jeans as he reaches for the box of dog biscuits at the top of the cupboard, and above that I get a quick peek at the happy trail of dark hair straggling down the lower part of his belly before it disappears below his briefs.
Whistling for Muohta, he gives the Samoyed a treat.Shooting a cocky grin at me, Shadow asks, “What gave me away?”
All I can do is huff.“Mu gives you away, Shadow.He’s only loving and accepting of you like that.But if you really want to know, I recognized your eyes.”
One stride and he’s back on the couch.Casually, he reaches for my feet again and lifts them back onto his lap as if I never took a stance against his intrusive questions at all.
You gotta love a man who doesn’t hold a grudge.
“I’m glad you are back.”There is so much I need to ask him!“Some of Tempest’s old mail got delivered.Are they all reservations?”
I am trying so hard not to be distracted by the way he’s running the tip of his finger over my toes in a slow, steady rhythm.It’s mesmerizing to the point where I could easily be distracted.Secretly, I give my thigh a hard pinch, hoping the pain will drive out the last remnants of my dream, too.
Shadow does not answer me immediately.His deep blue eyes fix on me as he considers how to respond.
“I’ll help you with the mail—and anything else you want to know about Landslide—but you have to do me a favor in return.”
My traitor mind thrills at the thought of him asking me for a blowjob… or maybe something even more intimate.Yum, so yum.I can’t stop myself from getting stimulated.I just had an orgasm in my sleep, for goodness sake!Even my dreams are trying to tell me I need sex.
“Name your price.”It comes out before I can stop it.
I would sell my soul for a chance to lie in bed with this man.The best way I can describe it to myself is this: I am a mermaid, trapped on a desert island, and he is the wild ocean where I long to be.
“Tell me about your dream.The one you were having before I came to visit.”
As he finishes what he’s saying, Shadow pokes one long, chilly finger between my toes and then slowly withdraws it again.It’s not invasive what he’s doing, but it still makes the blood rush to my cheeks.How can a foot rub be interlaced with such sexual undertones?
We have jumped out of the friend zone and into the fire without me even being aware of it.
He senses my reluctance and quickly tempts me further.
“Imagine it, Luna.No question you ask will be refused or denied.Is that not worth sharing your sexy dream with me?”
He has a point.But I’m not agreeing without a fight.
“You should answer all my questions regardless.”This will go down in my history book as “Luna’s Last Stand.”“And if you don’t, I can always turn to Ben Magoo or Celia.”
His blue eyes sparkling with suppressed mirth, Shadow challenges me.“I accept that.I’m sure the locals will be able to show you the ropes to your satisfaction.Perhaps I should go.I didn’t mean to wake you.”
He makes a move to leave, but I pin him down with my feet.I do this by pressing them against the crotch of his pants.
“Let’s not be too hasty.I’ve read a bit more of Tempest’s diary.She writes that you are like the chalet inn’s manager, you and your motorcycle club helped her run the place.”
“Nothing on Landslide works without the MC’s facilitation, Luna.Believe me.”
I want to wipe that cocky smirk off his face!He’s got me over a barrel.
It looks like I am going to have to share my dream with him.
“Fine!Settle down and let’s get this over with.”Taking a deep breath, I try to ignore the gentle stroking on my feet no matter how delightful it is.
