The HellBeast's Fight (The HellBeast King Book 2) by Stephanie Hudson

Author:Stephanie Hudson [Hudson, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hudson Indie Ink
Published: 2021-09-29T16:00:00+00:00

17

Someone’s Woman

“Leave us!” Jared ordered, making Smidge wink at me before making her way to the door with a spring in her step, then she said,

“You can praise my artistic genius later.” Then she offered Jared a wink before leaving us alone. Yet during this, his stern face didn’t flinch nor did he take his eyes from me. In fact, he made me so nervous I suddenly stood up, wobbling slightly on the heels and trying to remember the last time I wore any.

As for Jared, he had also changed and with the looks of the wet ends of his hair that were curling slightly around his ears, I would say he had also showered. As usual his facial hair was neatly trimmed, shaped in that sexy rough way that had me wondering once again if it was soft to the touch. Because, despite our kisses shared, I hadn’t yet had the chance to find out, never being brave enough to explore him the way I wanted to. But then kissing him had at least told me that the hair that framed those perfect lips of his wasn’t wiry like I would have thought.

Now, as for what he was wearing. This of course this had me swallowing down a hard lump in my throat, known as lust, and trying to calm my heart from pounding, as my physical reaction to him couldn’t be denied but only masked… at least that was my aim anyway.

Damn, but he looked like the sexiest man I had ever seen, and I wondered if there was ever a day that he wouldn’t own that title. I doubted it, especially seeing the way the man could fill out a pair of jeans, with a perfect ass and those strong looking thighs. He looked delicious, despite tonight’s selection of outfit not really swaying much from his usual attire. The denim was dark indigo and the t-shirt under his leather jacket was a dark-grey faded Harley Davidson, that looked decades old and as if it had been washed a billion times.

However, I could see why it hadn’t yet been retired, hoping personally that it never would. Not with the way it molded to his muscular chest like someone had just dressed a statue of Adonis in modern day clothing. Every inch of him was like a chiseled god, and that scar on his face only managed to add a dark rawness to his handsome features.

Christ almighty, but I wanted to kiss my way along the line of paler skin with a featherlight touch. I wondered how he would have responded to that, questioning if he would relish in the tender moment and accept it or if he would simply turn away from my gentle lips?

But mainly I just wondered…

Would I ever get to find out which?

What completed his outfit was another pair of spiked, wicked looking black biker boots that were shit kickers for sure. Of course, I was taking in my fill, but then, the moment my eyes made it back up to his face, I realised that I wasn’t the only one.

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