Hungry Wolf - Aidy Award Page 0,6
in men. This guy was revving all of Helena's engines and then some.
One particular dribble of gravy was creeping its way down, down, down, right in between her boobs. If she didn't get it now, she'd be sitting around at the party with Eau de Turkey Gravy wafting out of her chest all night. Helena stuck a finger into her shirt trying to catch the drip, then realized what she was doing. She glanced up at her fake date and yep, his eyes were fixed right to her chest. Not that she could blame him. She was rooting around in there pretty obviously.
Whatever, guys would be guys. It wasn't like she didn't have them eyeing her actual boobs every day anyway. At least right now they were covered by several layers of clothes and gravy. She didn't mind his lascivious gaze, that she could handle.
Then he licked his lips.
All of a sudden, he was the big bad wolf and Helena was hoping that his tongue was all the better to eat her with, my dear.
“You missed a spot.” He reached his hand out and with one callused finger caressed her skin from the hollow of her throat down to the first button on her shirt. When he pulled his finger away, Helena forgot how to breathe for a second.
The smallest bead of gravy clung to the end of his finger and he brought it up to his lips and tasted the tip with that sexy tongue of his. “Mmm. Salty.”
Okay. Helena had never specifically thought anyone's tongue was particularly sexy before. Sure, it could be used to do some sexy stuff, especially between one’s lips, either pair. But the actual warm, wet muscle? No. Until now. She was going to have dreams about that tongue. Geez. Had it just gotten hot in here?
“Hey, Helena? You gonna bring that gravy over here or what?”
She was kind of leaning toward ‘or what’. If she happened to spill a bit more on herself...ack. Stop it. She didn't even know his name yet. So far, he was simply the hottie with the naughty body.
Besides. She was not doing this with him. Whatever this was. She didn't need a date, she didn't need a man. What she needed was some turkey dinner. “Yep, sorry. I was making a bit of a mess. Here you go.”
Helena grabbed the gravy bowl back from him, set it on the table, and sat at the only open spot. Ha. So there. That would show him she didn't need company or his finger or his tongue.
A growling sound came from behind her and one of the other girl's dates, who she happened to sit next to, froze with a bite of green bean casserole midway to his mouth.
Her date stood right behind them with his arms crossed. “You're in my seat.”
The guy got up out of the seat so fast he almost spilled his food. “Sorry, man. My bad.”
Helena saw Selena roll her eyes in Mr. McGrowly's direction and tsk-tsk at him. That didn't stop him from sitting his ass down in the now-vacant place. He freaking barely fit on the chair. He had the widest shoulders that a girl could so easily wrap herself up in and feel all protected and safe.
What? No. That thought did not come from the deepest darkest parts of her brain. Get the heck out of here with that idea. She was perfectly fine without wolfman hugs.
She slid her gaze over, hoping he wouldn't notice she was eyeballing him. Of course, he was looking right back at her and had a serious mad on. “Don't look at me like that.”
His face went from cranky to surprised. Dude clearly wasn't used to a woman calling him out on his shit. But then he did something that gave her butterflies way down deep in her belly.
He smiled.
Holy furballs. That little grin with a hint of wicked lit up his whole damn face and made his eyes twinkle. Damn it. She was such a sucker for twinkling eyes.
“My apologies. I will try not to look at you like that again. But no promises.” He winked at her. Actually freaking winked. “I am Aleksei and I have a proposition for you.”
“You do, huh? I don't think I like the sound of that.” But she did. Ack. No. No, she didn't. What the heck was wrong with her?
“Yes. A very private proposition. How about we go grab another bottle of wine for the group?” He jerked his head toward