Free Escaping Love by Debra Smith Page A

not a three-foot little donkey.
    “ Shitballs.”
    She turned to run but lost her footing , falling into his ice cold water trough. Water splashed into her nose and face as she flailed, trying to gain the upper hand. Her oversized clothes stuck to her skin, adding to the feeling of being trapped. Water flowed down her throat, and she choked. Panic started to swell, when a calming voice broke through her whirlwind thoughts.
    “Need a little help, darlin’?”
    She opened her eyes , realizing how utterly ridiculous she must look, practically drowning in a water barrel. She sat there neck-deep and looked for the stampeding Gus. The little bastard must have returned to his food, because he ate peacefully as if nothing happened.
    She trembled with anger and humiliation. Her legs hung over the edge , so she did in fact need help.
    “Please,” she coughed. He looked so damn pleased with himself it grated on her nerves, like some Prince Charming ready to save her.
    So when he g ot in range she unleashed a torrent of water that Poseidon would have been proud to call it his own. She almost drowned from the effort, but when she glimpsed her success, she would have gladly given her life for her cause.
    He stood there covered in water from head to toe, still grinning. His shirt clung to the planes of his chest like an all to o eager participant. Rivulets ran from his hair down his nose until they fell to their death from his chin. He looked absolutely glorious. Well, as glorious as any wet wolf could. His grin turned wicked.
    “That was really naughty , Little Cat. I think you deserve a spanking.”
    Okay maybe it wasn’t worth it.
    “I was having such fun I thought you should join me.” She lifted her hand and gave him a wide-eyed, innocent look, even going so far as batting her lashes. “Do you think you could get me out of here now?”
    “Sure thing , darlin’.”
    He helped her out while she lost herself in the way his body moved. Graceful and strong, like the predator he shifted into.
    Water ran down her face and into her eyes, but she couldn’t stop staring. She knew what he hid underneath his clothes, although somehow the thin layer of fabric made it more sensual. Her body heated and her inner walls clenched. Her gaze found its way to his lips and held on for dear life.
    Would he kiss her again? She could see the effect she had on his body. His hands clenched at his sides while his erection pushed at his jeans. His pupils were dilated when he pulled her from the water, but still he stood there feet away as something vast separated them. He confirmed her suspicion when he turned from her.
    “I made us lunch.”
    “Okay.”
    She did what any woman would have done —she followed him. What? She was hungry.
     
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    It took everything he had to keep from leading her to the little shed, taking her from behind, and making her come. The things he wanted to do to her made him want to blush like a virgin. But despite the primal urge he had to claim her, he resisted. He held onto the idea that a girl like her needed romanced, which probably had a lot to do with him keeping it in his pants. Once he had her where he wanted her, he would pounce.
    He opened the p en leading to the larger pasture for Gus, then headed for the large barn where he stashed the picnic basket. His clothes were clinging to his body, making his skin itch but he had a solution. His Little Cat may not like his plan but the thought of its success made him downright giddy.
    He glanced over his shoulder and bit back a growl. She looked damn delectable. Her shirt gripped her breasts , showing off her hard nipples. He wanted to pluck them like ripe berries. His plan of seduction better work because if he didn’t have her soon, he would gladly give in to his wolf just to escape the torture.
    Giving into his animal wasn’t a joke and he shouldn’t be playing with the idea. Once you did you were lost. He’d only known one person who came back after the