Caged Heat(10)

She was about to answer when the door opened again. Riel walked inside with a tall blond guy. Wow. He looked like a really hot version of Thor. And somewhat familiar. Of course he had nothing on her spiky-haired, sexy neighbor. Only Riel made her want to drool and pant at the same time. She shook her head at herself.

When Nat huffed and she glanced at her friend. Nat’s face was set into her don’t-fuck-with-me expression.

Riel pointed to the blond and headed to the kitchen sink. “Sam, this is Troy Helix. He’s also an enforcer for the Black Meadows Pack.” He washed his hands at her sink as he spoke. Once he was done, he walked back to stand next to Troy.

Oh. Another shifter. She’d stayed away from shifters all her life, because they seemed so large and dangerous. Now she had two in her house like it was no big deal. The interesting thing was that Troy had locked his gaze on Nat and hadn’t glanced away from her once. Nat’s face had turned a telling shade of red. Aha. Something was definitely going on with those two.

“Troy? Haven’t we met before?” She stood and shook the hand he offered.

Troy smiled, firmly shook her hand, and stepped back next to Riel. “We have, but it’s been years. Nice to see you back in town, Sam.” He looked back and forth between the two women. “So can someone tell us why there would be a dead animal at your backdoor like a sick welcome home gift?”

“If we knew that we would’ve told you already, Casanova. Sam doesn’t know why some weirdo would’ve left that at her door.” Nat pursed her lips and folded her arms over her chest.

Riel stepped toward Sam, giving her one of those sexy grins she remembered, the ones that made her go mute and run like a bat out of hell. “Can I speak to you alone for a moment?”

Sam glanced back and forth between the other couple wondering if it was a good idea to leave them alone. Nat knew how to take care of herself, but it was Troy she was worried about. Her friend would tear him a new one if he pissed her off. She nodded and headed toward the living area with Riel.

Electricity buzzed over her skin. The man she’d always had a crush on was in her house. It seemed almost unreal. Her thoughts bounced back and forth between running back to the safety of the kitchen or following her hormones and throwing herself at Riel.

When she reached the living room, she stopped and turned. Her breath hitched in her throat at his proximity. Jesus. The man even walked like a predator. Too preoccupied with the other couple not killing each other, the dead animal at her door step and the crazy arousal running rampant inside her, she hadn’t even heard him get as close as he had. She inhaled and whimpered.

Horrified, she took a step back and away from him. A slow smile spread over his sexy lips. Don’t mentally strip him. Don’t mentally strip him. Too late. Her mind went back to the images of him jerking off the previous night. Oh lord. She was so going to hell. There just wasn’t enough prayer in the world to save her soul when the only thing flashing through her mind were images of her doing really dirty things to him.

“What—” She cleared her throat. “What did you want to discuss?” She made a beeline for a sofa chair.

He sat on a matching larger sofa across from her. Tension increased in the room the longer he sat there saying nothing. What the hell was he thinking? Probably much more normal things than the perverted thoughts doing cartwheels in her mind. Thank god he wasn’t a mind reader, or he’d know she was licking every inch of his sexy body in a daydream. She wished she could just tell him to strip for her. She mentally cheered him to take it all off. Shake what your mama gave you, you sexy thing.

His voice broke through the fantasy strip show. “You can look all you want, darling.” He grinned.

She blinked and swallowed. Was he flirting with her? “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare…” Liar! Yes, she did. “You just seem bigger than the last time I saw you.”

Her body throbbed. How did his scent arouse her girl parts faster than any man had in her life?

More of his even white teeth made an appearance. A sexy dimple showed in his cheek, and he winked. He was definitely flirting. “Like I said, I don’t mind. If you want more than that, I’m willing to accommodate you. I’ve been waiting for you to want to do more than look for a long time, Samira.”

What? Sam had to bite her tongue to keep from ordering him to strip down to nothing. “Uh, thanks.”

He glanced at her mouth. She traced the muscles rippling in front of her with her eyes. Her temperature shot out of orbit. Oh but she was in definite trouble. She was ready to jump on his lap and ride him. What in the world was wrong with her?