Werewolves of Forever 06 - Wild Lust

encounter. Toeing off her shoes, she shucked off her jeans, leaving her skimpy lace panties on, then stepped into the water. Mud squirmed between her toes, but she ignored it and focused on the coolness flowing around her bare legs. Sticks and small stones dug into the bottoms of her feet, but she didn’t care. It felt too good to leave. She was up to her waist before she knew it.
    Did she dare dunk her head? She nibbled at her lower lip and considered it. Maybe if she did it really fast and held her nose, it’d be all right.
    Pinching her nose to keep out the water, she took a big breath and went under the surface. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see whatever might float by her face. Standing up, she broke the surface and pushed her hair away from her face. The murky water revitalized her and, for the first time since she’d started walking, she felt like her old self.
    “Need someone to wash your back?”
    Charlie whirled to face the sound of the deep, masculine voice. “What the hell are you doing here?” Had he followed her?
    Reese Rawlins quirked an eyebrow up as though surprised by her question. He shifted in his seat as the bay horse blew out its nose then lowered its head to nibble at the grass. He rode bareback, his long, hard body looking as though he was a part of the animal.
    “I could ask you the same question.”
    She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but he was even better looking on top of a horse. He leaned back, put one hand on his leg and held the rein in the other hand against the mane of the horse. The sun shone through his golden locks, giving him the appearance of a halo effect. But she doubted he’d wear any angel wings unless he was playing the part of Gabriel, the avenging angel. She could easily imagine him, sword in hand, hair flying behind him as he vanquished the enemies of God.
    “Do you have a hearing problem?” He frowned, dropping his eyebrows between the piercing blue eyes.
    He was every woman’s dream of the perfect man—until he opened his mouth.
    “No. Why would you ask that?” She mentally pulled up her defenses, determined not to let him rattle her.
    “Then why don’t you answer my questions?”
    A brief breeze swept over her, reminding her that her bra and panties were the only things she had on and they were sheer even before getting them wet. She crossed her arms over her chest and saw him blink. Heat that had nothing to do with the sun rushed into her. He wanted her. She could almost smell it on him, but she didn’t need to. The look he gave her said it all. She nibbled on her lower lip then forced herself to stop. Nibbling on her lower lip always gave her away, telling whoever was paying attention that she was either nervous or horny as hell.
    “See? You’re doing it again.”
    She broke out of her thoughts to stare at him. Who did he think he was? The hero out of a Wild West movie? She took in his wide shoulders that draped to the lean waist. With his legs straddling the horse, she got a good look at the tent forming in his jeans. She was right. He wanted her in a big way.
    “What? Oh, yeah. My pickup broke down a few miles back, and I was hot.” She was hot, all right. But just not from the heat any longer. Reese was the one making her hot.
    “Don’t you have a cell phone?” Reese slid off his horse and dropped the reins, but the horse stayed where it was, happily munching on the dried grass.
    She eased lower in the water to cover her breasts. “Of course I do. But I couldn’t get any bars out here. This isn’t exactly civilization, you know.”
    He picked up the gun, raised it to look through the sights, then lowered it again. “What’s the gun for? You planning on hunting?”
    She narrowed her eyes and tried to keep her composure. He had her gun. Would he use it? “Maybe.”
    “What’re you hunting for?”
    The way his jaw worked as he spoke fascinated her. She could imagine his jaw muscles working as he shoved his cock into her pussy. “Whatever.”
    He laughed, but it sounded more like a snort. “You can’t go around hunting whatever you want to shoot. You have to pick your game and get the right license. Providing it’s in season.”
    She didn’t like the fact that he still had her gun. “What would you suggest I hunt? What’s in season now?”
    “Don’t know. I don’t hunt unless it’s for food.” He picked up a stick on the ground and slid it into the side of his mouth but didn’t put the gun down.