Free Kathi S Barton - [Aaron's Kiss 04] by Karen Fuller

caught herself before she leaned in and buried her nose in his neck.
    “You. Don’t you dare you touch me! What the hell...let me go you...you dickhead!” Embarrassment notched up her anger a little higher than it would normally have been.
    She struggled to get away for few more minutes, and then collapsed against him.
    As soon as he loosened his grip, she jerked her knee up, narrowly missing his balls. As he went to grab for her again before she hurt him or herself, she elbowed him in the ribs. As he clutched the bruised area, she snapped her head back and slammed it into his nose.
    “Stop right now,” he roared. “Christ, woman, what’s wrong with you?” He was holding his nose with one hand and his ribs with the other. She took a step back. If he touched her again, she was going to claw his eyes out. Then maybe she’d smell him again.
    “I want you to move out of my way. I don’t have any idea how I keep ending up at this house, but I damned well am going home.” She started for the door and stopped.
    “Wait a minute—you did it, didn’t you? How did you do that? You put me under somehow.” She remembered something else. He was near her in the dark, and she frowned at him, trying to place it.
    “Yes. I put you in a deep sleep.” He grinned and her heart flipped over. “I thought it was deeper than this, that you’d still be sleeping right now. I have to go to see the master of this realm and I don’t want you to leave yet. I would like to talk to you. Will you be all right if I leave you alone for a while?”
    “I’m not staying here. If you think that, then you’re nuttier than a fruit cake.” She started for the door again only to be blocked by him. “I have things to get finished before I open tomorrow and hanging out with this family isn’t high on my list of fun things to do. You and I have nothing to say to each other.” Sam turned to find her pants. Both times she had ended up in this flipping house.
    And it seemed that she would end up without her clothes. They seemed to just disappear. And her friggin’ guns. Damn it, if she had to go through that wolf again to get them, she would just buy another one. Well, when she could get six hundred bucks together that was. She leaned down on her knees to see if they had fallen under the bed and heard the man behind her groan.
    When she turned around, Tucker was still staring at her ass. He took his time, sliding his eyes from her ass to her breasts then finally up to her face. He grinned at her.
    “Enjoying yourself there, fang face?” Normally, she would have pulled her shirt down over her bare butt, but she didn’t seem to mind that he was looking, and that made her pissy too.

    “Yes. Yes, I am.” He grinned again. “I want you very badly. I ache with need for you.”
    Her heart stuttered several beats. She sat back on her heels and scrambled back, then more when he advanced toward her, slow and determined. Sam continued to back up until she hit the wall behind her, but he kept walking. She began to crawl up the wall until she was standing. He stopped when he was just inches from her.
    “You...you need to…this isn’t going to happen, you know. I don’t...I...we aren’t...back up, please?”
    Her voice was huskier, deeper than before. And her body felt heavier, needy with…she was not sure for what, but knew that he would have it. The problem was she wasn’t sure whether she wanted him to back away or not. But he was close. Close enough for her to want to sniff at him again. She looked up into his eyes and she groaned this time.
    Tucker was a very handsome man, beautiful in fact. His hair was long on the upper half of his head, and hung nearly to his waist. He had it tied with a leather strip at the back of his neck. The bottom portion of his head was shaved close with fine stubble of dark hair, darker than the top, which was a deep mahogany that had been shined to a glossy shine. His face was a classic one, fine bone structure,