Harlequin Nocturne June 2016 Box Set by Michele Hauf

Harlequin Nocturne June 2016 Box Set by Michele Hauf

Author:Michele Hauf
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781460398425
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-01-31T05:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER 5

Bitterness fisted in Brice’s throat. What he had suffered was insignificant considering his brother died because of him and his damn nosy nose.

Cassidy mysteriously revitalizing his scent receptors couldn’t be a good thing. Neither were the gentleness in her voice, the genuineness in her eyes or the mess of curls cascading over one shoulder.

Brice twirled a red ringlet around his finger. A man might promise foolish things to feel those silky strands sweep his stomach or tickle his inner thighs. He rubbed the curl against his cheek. The feminine softness eased the ever-present knot in his chest.

No woman had affected him to such a degree, and it was a damn shame Cassidy did. He had time only for a passionate night or two, and she didn’t seem the type for a brief, inconsequential fling.

He dropped the curl. “Shoes?”

She retrieved a pair of loafers, but he needed more support for his leg.

“Not those. I left a pair of Timberlands somewhere.”

“They aren’t here,” she said, rooting around the closet.

“Check under the bed.” He tilted his head as she hunkered down, shoulders touching the floor, hips high in the air.

“I can’t see anything,” she grunted. “Wait, I feel something.”

Brice felt something, too. It grew more demanding each time she rocked forward to reach beneath the bed. Oh, the things he could do to her.

“Ah-ha.” She surfaced, his shoes in tow, and promptly dumped them in his lap. “Anything else?”

His gaze rested on her chest, so close and damn near eye level. The way her nipples puckered against the fabric of her T-shirt when she breathed soothed his residual annoyance from walking into the room to discover she had discarded his jersey.

The urgency to feel her touch again threatened to overpower his restraint. Wahyan females had sleek, sinewy bodies. Cassidy’s skin had a suppler texture. Her muscles, although strong, were more pliable. He’d enjoyed how she pillowed him when he’d pinned her to the porch and wondered how gratifying it would be if she pulled him into her softness rather than fought him off.

Brice massaged the bunched spot between his eyebrows. The handful of aspirin he’d taken after his shower hadn’t kicked in. His entire body throbbed. Overworked muscles teetered on the verge of spasm, his leg hurt more than it had in a long time, the bridge of his nose pinched every time his nostrils flared to catch Cassidy’s scent, and his groin, for chrissakes, was sore from a solid kneeing and tight from on-and-off-again erection.

After he visited Granny at the hospital, he might crawl into an empty room and ask Doc Habersham for a morphine drip. Banishment be damned. Brice needed some relief.

“Grab me a pair of socks.” Most of the time Brice recognized the general look of an irritated woman. The sharply arched eyebrow, the tightly pursed lips, a hand resting on a hip, fingers tapping out a count. Any man, human or wolfan, should have enough sense to placate that look.

Apparently, tonight he didn’t. When Cassidy didn’t respond, he nodded toward the dresser.



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