I licked my lips, wondering just how large his cock was. If the bulge I’d seen twice between his thighs was any indication, the man had been blessed from the gods.
Stop it. Just stop it.
Very slowly, the images faded and I was brought back to reality. What I was thinking or even hoping for wasn’t going to happen.
“I’m fine.” Being in his arms was surprisingly pleasing. When his face scrunched up somewhat, I laughed. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m waiting for you to punch me again.”
There was such heat between us I still couldn’t breathe and I noticed the slight split in his lip that I’d obviously caused. Without thinking, I brushed my fingers across his lip, my thumb lingering on his jaw.
He’d shaved, removing the sexy stubble that had been so very attractive on him. Even clean shaven, he was still gorgeous.
“I hurt you, which I admit was my intention. But I guess I should offer you an apology.”
“Yes, you should,” he half whispered, although the sound was more of a growl. Only ruthless alpha men growled and certainly none of the handful of men I’d dated.
They hadn’t had the lineage or ruggedness to pull it off.
Indiana barked and suddenly his two front paws were on us, one on each one of our legs. Seeing his tail swishing back and forth, a happy grin on his face, I could tell he was feeling much better.
“He likes you and he doesn’t like most men.” Maybe because I’d taught him to be leery of them.
“Well, then you know I’m not a serial killer.”
I lowered my gaze toward my little boy. “Traitor. And you’re supposed to be resting. Doctor’s orders.”
Indiana woofed in response, showing off his disobedient side by racing toward the front door.
The stranger laughed and I was brought back to the thoughts from before. The sound was throaty, displaying the ruggedness I’d already pegged him as having.
“Well, I think Indiana Jones is going to be just fine. I am glad.” He studied my house before smiling at my pup, who was obviously eager to get inside.
“I’m sorry I was so rough on you.” I realized he’d yet to let me go. And I wasn’t eager to force him to.
What in the world had gotten into me?
He finally backed away, although I sensed reluctantly. “You have good instincts, Ms. Samuels. I’m not a good man, but I can say I never intended on hurting your dog. That much I can promise you.”
The term ‘who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?’ came to mind. Was I standing in front of one?
“You know my name and I have no clue about yours. Not fair. Unless you’d rather remain a dark, brooding mystery.”
A sly grin slid across his face, wider than I’d seen before, which allowed me to notice a slight dimple in his chin. “There’s nothing wrong with a little mystery.”
“Maybe in movies and books, but not in real life.”
“Sin.”
“You’re suggesting all mystery is a sin?”
His laugh sent shimmers of desire dancing across my skin. “Why, yes, but that’s my name.”
I wasn’t certain whether he was kidding or not, so I laughed.
He didn’t.
“Okay. I admit the name suits you, although I do wonder what your parents were doing when they conceived you.”
