Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“I have the best job in the world, truly I do.”
Argo brought her the ball and she rolled it back by him sending him back after it. This time when he came back, she sent him to his bed.
In the many days since she’d returned from the competition and she was about to get more dogs in for training. For the most part, her mysterious visitor—guest, hell she wasn’t sure what to call him—had been sleeping.
The wounds on his body had begun to heal. They still made her nauseous to look at them. Injuries on dogs she was able to handle but on people, they made her queasy. It begged the question, what kind of people do things like that to others?
What kind of man hung out with them or did things to get on their radar? There was a darkness in the man staying in her house. She could see it in his eyes below the surface. Not evil for the dogs wouldn’t have allowed him near her, but definitely dark.
“Good thing for their senses, I’m so screwed up in the head, I look at him and don’t think about whether or not he would harm me. I think sex.”
“That’s good to know. And I won’t hurt you.”
She whipped her head to the right and found John leaning against the doorframe. The clothing she’d purchased him hung off his body even though they didn’t hide the powerful muscles all over him. Words escaped her. She longed to sink beneath the floor. Instead she ran with the situation.
“Heard that, did you?”
“I did.” He crossed his arms, nodding in time with his affirmation. She pushed to her feet and moved toward him. Past his broad shoulders she saw Argo watching intently, ball beside him, forgotten. She knew how fast he could make it across the training floor.
Wouldn’t take this man long to snap my neck or kill me in some other way either, regardless of how fast Argo is.
More thoughts she didn’t need to be having. Argo—in tune as always to her every mood—rose to his feet. She took a deep breath and had to calm her racing heart. Holy hell this guy smelled delicious. I shower with the same stuff and don’t smell like this.
With a minuscule hand gesture, she put Argo back into a down position.
“Your dog really doesn’t like me, does he?” She lifted a brow at his question. “Your hand gesture. I saw it.”
And here she’d believed she’d been discrete. “He’s protective. It’s what I trained him for.”
John shook his head. “No, I don’t believe that. You trained him, yes, but the way he watches you. That’s pure love from him, not because of training.”
“Perhaps a mixture of both.”
His chuckle warmed her, adding to the intoxication provided by the scent of dark amber and some other woodsy notes that was in her body wash.
“You can deny it all you want. I see the truth.”
“Not denying anything.” She had to change the subject. “Can I get you anything to eat?”
His eyes flared with heat and he stepped closer. Still not touching but it didn’t matter, her body was taut as a harp string.
“I have a question.”
“Shoot.”
Lord, when had her voice had gotten all husky and low?
“Would he bite me if I kissed you?”
Her throat went dry. “Perhaps. He is a bit jealous of others.”
The corners of John’s mouth twitched up. “I’ll remember that. And just so you know, I am damn sure it would be worth it.”
Let me turn into a pile of mush and beg this man. Holy shit, I don’t understand why I’m falling so hard for this voice and simple words.
Swallowing back the desire she had no doubt lined her tone, she shrugged. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. With his jaw wrapped around some portion of your body and those teeth digging in, you may not think so.”
She slipped to the side, but he moved with her. “What about if you kiss me?”
Heat pooled in her lower body, her pussy slicking with preparedness. “I think you’d be fine then.”
“Well then, I’ll just have to get you to kiss me.” He never once lowered his gaze from hers while he made his proclamation. Her knees wobbled a bit until she got by him and out into the more open part of the training facility.
“Guess so,” she murmured, releasing Argo with a gesture. Her boy bounded over to her and she patted him. The look to her visitor was one without much emotion. Argo ignored him, didn’t ask to be petted and just circled him once.
“I know where I stand.”
“Don’t take it personally, he’s like that to everyone.”
“Pax seemed to like me.”
“He loves most people. Sorry, didn’t mean to lump you in with everyone else, but it’s Pax’s personality.” They paused by the door and she lowered the heat in the building, not any reason to keep it high when no one was going to be in there for a while. She’d put it back up when she came back out. “Come on.” She opened the door and waited.