Lycan Contempt by S. Yule (reading fiction TXT) 📕

Her skin tingled. He was warm and she had the sudden urge to touch him. She eased her hands toward him, but stopped before she touched his chest.

“May I touch you?” she asked.

“Yes,” he finaly answered after a few silent moments.

Her fingers traveled over the smooth fabric covering his chest, and just like in her dream, he was big. His shoulders were wide, and every muscle was defined as if chiseled from stone. She let her fingers glide over the tops of his shoulders and to the thick column of his throat, but before she could reach his face, he stiffened under her touch. Déjà vu tickled her brain again when he circled her wrists with his hands, effectively stopping her progress.

The déjà vu continued when she felt the rougher skin of his right hand, and she sucked in a smal gasp.

“Did I hurt you?”

The concern in his voice was evident to her ears.

“No. I-I think I might have had some weird psychic vision or something is al.”

Oh. Was that al? A psychic vision? Good Lord.

He must think she was a freak show or something for that statement.

“What makes you say that?”

He said it in a way that made her feel as if he knew exactly what made her say that, which added more strangeness to the situation.

“I think I dreamed of you last night.”

“I think I’m flattered.”

“You are?” she said.

She couldn’t imagine a man such as he would be flattered that she’d dreamed about him. After al, her little sneak peek of him with her fingers told her that he was one hel of a yummy man, and she, after al, was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, she probably was a bit too curvy for a man like him. If the rest of his body matched his chest and shoulders—and she’d bet it did—she doubted he had trouble getting whatever woman he wanted. That included the tal, thin, model types who ate a grape for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

She was not that type of girl. She liked her sweets and a juicy steak now and then. She didn’t go crazy with food, but she didn’t deprive herself. When she was depressed or sad—which wasn’t often—she wasn’t opposed to putting a candy bar or two down to soothe her nerves. She had nothing against tal, thin women. She simply would never be one.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be flattered by a beautiful woman dreaming of me?”

Heat rushed to her cheeks. She was blushing like a schoolgirl talking to her crush. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d blushed, and he made her do so with ease. She had to fight back a nervous giggle. Jeez. Cool the hormones already.

“Thank you. You aren’t bad yourself.”

He snorted.

“What?”

“I don’t think you can make that type of judgment with the information you have.”

“I have enough.” She grinned at his playful banter.

Yet her stomach knotted and a whip of flame shot low and settled in her bely. Something in his voice drew her to him, something she couldn’t quite place.

“How is it that your boyfriends left you stranded up here al alone?”

His finger slid under her chin and tilted it up as if she could look into his face. This was one of those instances when she yearned for her vision.

“They aren’t my boyfriends. They are my best friends. In fact, they are boyfriends.”

This was the second time he’d referred to Henry and Joey as her boyfriends. If she was naive, she’d swear he sounded jealous. But why would he be? He had only just met her. He wouldn’t care if she had a boyfriend or not.

“Then there won’t be a problem if I do this.”

Or would he?

He cupped her neck and started puling her slowly to him. He was going to kiss her. She was going to let him. Hel, she wanted him to, but before his lips could touch hers, a loud crash ripped a screech from her throat.

“What was that?” she asked.

“Not sure. I’l go check.”

She paced until he returned a few moments later.

“Wel?”

“A tree fel from the weight of the snow, which by itself wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”

“But?”

“It fel on your generator. It’s toast. Worse. Part of it fel on your roof and ripped a hole in it.”

She’d been so frightened by the commotion, she hadn’t noticed the fridge had gone silent again.

Seemed a lot of things were going unnoticed by her since she’d met Kish.

“Oh no. What am I going to do now?”

“The only thing you can do. Get your things together and I’l take you to my place.”

“I can’t. If Henry and Joey show up and I’m not here, they’l be sick with worry.”

“They aren’t showing up anytime soon. If this snow doesn’t let up, I’d be wiling to bet it wil be at least three days before you see your friends again.”

“They must be going nuts. I haven’t been able to get a signal on my cel to cal them.”

“Look, you can leave them a note. I have a landline at my house. Unless the phone lines are down, you can cal them from there. If they don’t answer, we can try the grocery store where I saw them.”

The thought of making sure Henry and Joey were okay was appealing. Being in a warm, dry house with someone who was wiling to help her instead of being alone was also appealing.

“Do you have food?”

He chuckled. “Lots of it.”

“How can I turn an offer like that down?”

“You can’t. Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Um. No.” She shook her head. “I can get my things packed, but would you mind carrying them out for me?”

“Not at al.”

She bent and patted Lucy, who was trembling. She had been shaken up from the faling tree as wel. “I’m sorry, Lucy. You’re going to have to get your foot wet again.”

“No, she won’t. I’l carry her to Baby.”

“Baby?”

“My truck.”

“Oh. I see,” she said, tamping down the sudden urge to giggle.

“Don’t judge a man