Feral (Wolf Ranch #3) - Renee Rose Page 0,13

how?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

Rob shook his head with frustration. “The bad kind.” His nostrils flared like he could smell Markle’s cloying cologne on my skin, and he frowned deeper. But that was impossible. Sure, I could smell it on my face because the guy had kissed me, but I’d taken off the clothes that carried the scent. His cologne alone made me hate the guy.

“He shot my dog,” Rob blurted, like his mind had just arrived on evidence of Markle’s evil. “When you wouldn’t sell, he cut your fence and let his cattle in to graze on your land anyway. You heard all that from my brother, Boyd. Believe me, if he’s showing interest in you now, it’s only because he’s gonna look for some angle to not only screw you but screw you out of what belongs to you.”

I stepped out onto the porch with him, not because it was a good idea, but because my body seemed to want to be closer to his. “Uh huh. What about you? I seem to recall Boyd made an offer for the land, as well. Markle took me to dinner and didn’t get the show that you got earlier. Maybe you’re here because you’ve got plans, too.”

Rob had gone still the moment I came close, like a predator preparing to pounce. His gaze was locked on mine, and the intensity in his eyes was no longer frustration. It was heat. “Oh, angel.” His voice was soft and low. He stepped forward, closing the distance between us. “My plans for you have nothing to do with your land.”

“Then I guess it has more to do with what you saw earlier?” I cocked my head, letting my lips curve at the edges.

His gaze raked down to the peaks of my nipples through the thin robe, then to the hem, which ended far above my knees.

He pressed his hand against his dick, which visibly ran down the inside of his thigh. Oh damn. Was that all for me? I was pretty sure my eyes widened. I knew my lips parted. He was as huge as I remembered.

A smirk formed on his mouth when he observed my reaction to his rather noticeable interest.

“And what I heard.” The roughness of his voice had smoothed into dark velvet. “I won’t ever forget the way you sound and how you look when you’re getting fucked. It’s a good thing it was a toy you were playing with because if it was some other guy and his dick was in you, I’d have to kill him. Tell me, angel, did you finish after I left?”

In the porch light, his eyes took on an uncanny glow.

Slowly, I shook my head. “No. You killed the mood.” If I didn’t sound so breathless, my words might’ve been the wet blanket I intended.

Oh, who was I kidding? I did want to ride this cocky cowboy. I’d been denying it all day. Yes, it was crazy to have the hots for the guy who broke into my house. Usually, I arrested someone who did that. But I wasn’t a DEA agent with Rob. I was just a woman who had needs. There wasn’t anything wrong with having them scratched by him.

“Good.” The syllable came out as pure satisfaction.

“Good?” I put my hands on my hips, which had the unfortunate effect of loosening the sash on my robe and parting the V at my chest.

Rob groaned, staring at the exposed curves like a starved man. “Yeah, good,” he rumbled. “The next time you come it will be beneath me.”

“Oh really?” I shot out, but my mouth stretched into a reluctant grin. My bare pussy slickened, moisture leaking onto my inner thighs at how bossy he was. I didn’t like bossy men. They annoyed me. But Rob? I loved it although I wasn’t going to let him know that.

His nostrils flared, and his eyes did that trick of glowing again—almost yellow instead of brown. He stepped even closer, gripping the sides of my robe at my chest. I caught his hands, unsure whether he was going to close or open it. I was unsure which action I wanted.

“Uh huh,” he murmured in a smooth-as-whisky tone. “Real dick. Bigger than your dildo. Guaranteed to please.” He lowered his head, and I found myself tilting my chin to let him brush his lips across mine.

For someone so fierce, he slid his mouth over mine slowly once. Again. Then his tongue swept between my