Game For Love: Winter Heat (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Tasha Black
now closed.
He stood and stepped away from her.
"Let's get you unpacked."
Becca reeled, she had been sure he was going to kiss her again. What had she done wrong?
She stood and grabbed her duffel bag.
Samir pointed to one of two dressers in the room.
"That one's empty. Do what you need to do to get ready for bed. Bathroom's all yours. I'm taking a walk."
Oh.
"Okay," she said.
She tried not to show him that he had hurt her feelings. But she was pretty sure he knew anyway. Becca wished she had more experience with men – maybe she would be able to figure out why he was leaving when it looked like he wanted to stay.
Chapter 7
S amir left the room and took the stairs two at a time. He felt exhilarated and claustrophobic all at the same time.
As soon as the cold night air hit his lungs he calmed down and slowed his pace. He would walk to the hill and back, and by the time he returned he would know what to do. He was an immensely disciplined person. Mind over matter.
But this girl was turning everything upside down.
His mind kept going back to her like a skipping record. He was crushed by the memory of her eyes, her hair, the trembling of her lips, the scent of peppermint and of hot blood rushing to her cheeks.
His cock was hard as a rock and if she weren't so innocent she would have noticed it when he stood above her.
The thought of her alone in the room and vulnerable brought every instinct to a pitch and it took all his resolve not to rush back in and take her before someone else did.
He knew it was the beast inside him thinking these caveman thoughts. Samir was a nice guy. It scared him to think that he could lose control with Becca.
But the beast, who was always alone inside him waiting patiently for his turn, was suddenly clamoring to come out. The beast liked Becca. It felt an affinity with her wild, shaggy hair and her wide eyes, as green as the forest.
The beast wanted to play, too.
And that was something that could not be permitted.
Samir, turned back to the hotel, resolved to cool things down with Becca.
Chapter 8
T he sound of the shower surprised him, but he smiled as he heard Becca hum. It wasn't a tune he knew, but it was cheerful.
"I'm back!" he said loudly, so she could hear.
The water went off and he heard her close the glass shower door. A moment later she emerged.
Samir thought his heart would stop.
Becca had her hair pinned up on top of her head but a few tendrils had escaped to frame her face. Her pale skin was pink from the warm water and she had a blue towel wrapped around herself.
The top of the towel barely restrained her glorious breasts. The bottom hardly covered the rest of her assets.
She smelled like soap and water and desire. He wondered what she had been doing in there that was making her hum so happily and come out so quickly when he announced himself.
His cock was bursting for her, pressing the zipper of his jeans. All his plans to cool things off were gone. There was only this beautiful dripping wet girl and the hot, wicked demands of his lust.
He closed the space between them in two strides.
She looked up at him with such innocence. She seemed surprised by her own desire, like a rabbit caught in a trap. He wished he could take it slow for her, but that wasn't going to happen this time.
He lifted her soft form and lay her on the bed.
She gasped but she didn't fight him.
The beast shivered in triumph. Samir nuzzled her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
Becca trembled beneath him, responding to his warm breath against her sensitive skin.
He pulled back and looked into her green eyes.
They were bright with anticipation.
Samir smiled to show her he was pleased. Then he slipped his index finger between her breasts to release the corner of the towel that was holding the makeshift dress together.
When he began to draw the towel open she made a small sound of protest and instinctively moved to cover herself.
"No, baby, don't hide from me."
She blushed and held her
He stood and stepped away from her.
"Let's get you unpacked."
Becca reeled, she had been sure he was going to kiss her again. What had she done wrong?
She stood and grabbed her duffel bag.
Samir pointed to one of two dressers in the room.
"That one's empty. Do what you need to do to get ready for bed. Bathroom's all yours. I'm taking a walk."
Oh.
"Okay," she said.
She tried not to show him that he had hurt her feelings. But she was pretty sure he knew anyway. Becca wished she had more experience with men – maybe she would be able to figure out why he was leaving when it looked like he wanted to stay.
Chapter 7
S amir left the room and took the stairs two at a time. He felt exhilarated and claustrophobic all at the same time.
As soon as the cold night air hit his lungs he calmed down and slowed his pace. He would walk to the hill and back, and by the time he returned he would know what to do. He was an immensely disciplined person. Mind over matter.
But this girl was turning everything upside down.
His mind kept going back to her like a skipping record. He was crushed by the memory of her eyes, her hair, the trembling of her lips, the scent of peppermint and of hot blood rushing to her cheeks.
His cock was hard as a rock and if she weren't so innocent she would have noticed it when he stood above her.
The thought of her alone in the room and vulnerable brought every instinct to a pitch and it took all his resolve not to rush back in and take her before someone else did.
He knew it was the beast inside him thinking these caveman thoughts. Samir was a nice guy. It scared him to think that he could lose control with Becca.
But the beast, who was always alone inside him waiting patiently for his turn, was suddenly clamoring to come out. The beast liked Becca. It felt an affinity with her wild, shaggy hair and her wide eyes, as green as the forest.
The beast wanted to play, too.
And that was something that could not be permitted.
Samir, turned back to the hotel, resolved to cool things down with Becca.
Chapter 8
T he sound of the shower surprised him, but he smiled as he heard Becca hum. It wasn't a tune he knew, but it was cheerful.
"I'm back!" he said loudly, so she could hear.
The water went off and he heard her close the glass shower door. A moment later she emerged.
Samir thought his heart would stop.
Becca had her hair pinned up on top of her head but a few tendrils had escaped to frame her face. Her pale skin was pink from the warm water and she had a blue towel wrapped around herself.
The top of the towel barely restrained her glorious breasts. The bottom hardly covered the rest of her assets.
She smelled like soap and water and desire. He wondered what she had been doing in there that was making her hum so happily and come out so quickly when he announced himself.
His cock was bursting for her, pressing the zipper of his jeans. All his plans to cool things off were gone. There was only this beautiful dripping wet girl and the hot, wicked demands of his lust.
He closed the space between them in two strides.
She looked up at him with such innocence. She seemed surprised by her own desire, like a rabbit caught in a trap. He wished he could take it slow for her, but that wasn't going to happen this time.
He lifted her soft form and lay her on the bed.
She gasped but she didn't fight him.
The beast shivered in triumph. Samir nuzzled her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
Becca trembled beneath him, responding to his warm breath against her sensitive skin.
He pulled back and looked into her green eyes.
They were bright with anticipation.
Samir smiled to show her he was pleased. Then he slipped his index finger between her breasts to release the corner of the towel that was holding the makeshift dress together.
When he began to draw the towel open she made a small sound of protest and instinctively moved to cover herself.
"No, baby, don't hide from me."
She blushed and held her
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