Desert Wolf. Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

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       Chapter 9

      Her cowboy drew back as if he’d been slapped. Paxton’s eyes flew open. What had happened? What was wrong?

      Grant had stopped moving. His eyes bored into hers as if searching out a reason for his sudden reluctance to go through with what they both wanted. His hand was wedged between her legs with his fingers splayed. He was hard as a rock inside those jeans he wore.

      The suddenness of his restraint was a shock to her searing, blistered senses. The room seemed to whirl.

      “What?” she demanded, her tone rough with leftover anticipation.

      “It’s nothing,” he replied in what was obviously a lie, since his body was still and only his gaze continued to probe.

      The interruption in whatever raw passion had brought them together was accompanied by a swift return of Paxton’s common sense. In that moment, she began to feel foolish and way too exposed. She was on a bed in a motel room, almost completely naked, with Grant Wade’s muscled body hovering over hers.

      Had she been hypnotized? Mesmerized? She didn’t know this man. Grant Wade was nothing more than a hiccup in her plans, and she had almost lost whatever dignity she’d had in their standoff by being caught like this, with his hand between her legs.

      Closing her eyes, she considered how she was going to get out of this situation gracefully and quickly realized there wasn’t any way to accomplish that. She pondered how to salvage what was left of her rapidly dissipating self-control. Clearly, something had caused the interruption in their plans to tear into each other, so wishing they hadn’t been on this bed in the first place was a total waste of time.

      Grant had merely come to his senses before she had. Did he expect a medal for that? Would he hold this little slipup over her tomorrow when paperwork crossed his desk? Embarrassment didn’t begin to describe what she was feeling as the man she’d been about to get down and dirty with sat back on his heels. She couldn’t meet his eyes, so she concentrated instead on the way his pulse beat softly beneath his right ear.

      Cool air flowed over her without Grant’s incredible body heat to block it. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Paxton finally glared at him.

      “You’re right,” she said. “This was a bad idea. I applaud your self-control.”

      Grant shook his head. “I wanted this. Wanted you.”

      Wanted. Past tense.

      “I’m flattered. Really. You’re...” Paxton let that remark dangle for several seconds. “Well, you are very strong, and I had a scare out there tonight.”

      She hated how that statement made it sound as though she had been about to use her body to thank him for being there when she needed somebody. Bodyguard sex.

      “Fact is, I’m no good for you right now,” Grant said in a low-toned, gravelly voice.

      Hardly able to speak after a remark like that, she said, “Thanks for the heads-up,” and shoved him away.

      Rolling sideways, she edged off the bed and stood. Any attempt to cover herself would have been absurd, so she planted her feet near the air conditioner wearing nothing but her fancy lingerie.

      Grant Wade stared at her for a long time before reaching for his shirt. There were, Paxton noticed, only a few buttons left.

      Having him stand there with his chest exposed and his six-pack visible made her uneasy all over again. This guy was one of the finest specimens of manhood she had ever seen. She had let that go to her head, and promised herself not to let that kind of lapse happen again.

      Seeing him tomorrow was going to be a bitch.

      Her cowboy turned from her to retrieve his hat, but didn’t leave the room. Did he have more to say? Anything to explain the awkwardness of the situation? Because that might have made her feel better.

      “That thing you assumed was a bear. How did you happen to see it?” he asked, foregoing any mention of what had nearly transpired here, just several moments ago.

      “That’s it? All you want to say to me?” she fired back, sure this was strange timing for a complete switch in subject matter. Yet, because Grant seemed serious, she answered his question.

      “I was driving along the dirt road I assumed led to Desperado, and the thing came out of nowhere.”

      “You thought it was a bear—why?”

      “You saw the dents it made in the car.”

      He nodded. “You mentioned that the animal looked at you.”

      “Through the windshield.”

      “Then what did it do?”

      “It went away.”

      “You didn’t do anything? It just went away?” he asked.

      “The thing was there and gone in several very frightening seconds. I’ll admit to panicking and maybe forgetting a few details.”

      “Did it have a shape?” Grant asked.

      Paxton shook her head. “The whole thing happened very fast. Seconds. All I saw was a dark blur.”

      “So you didn’t actually see what this thing was?” he pressed.

      “I’m not Sherlock Holmes. I had no desire to stick around and find out exactly what that thing might be. Are you suggesting it might not have been a bear?”

      “No. Nothing like that. I’d just like to get the word out for folks out that way to be on the lookout.”

      Again, she found this conversation odd in terms of timing. On the plus side, however, Grant hadn’t chastised her for the spying business or alluded to the fact that she might have gotten СКАЧАТЬ