They stared at each other for a minute until Jinger finally broke the eye contact to look back at her plate. Just looking at him was making her girly parts tingle. Gawd, she was a tramp.
Poking at her salad she heard Wyatt inhale loudly. Then she was positive she heard a growl.
Whipping her head towards Wyatt she saw him watching her, his nose flaring, drawing in the air between them.
Looking at his eyes she swore there was a ring of bright yellow around his green eyes.
“Wyatt?” She whispered. He looked angry or aggressive. Something that wasn’t friendly.
Without saying a word, he stood and walked out of the kitchen to the back deck. The door closed behind him loudly. Jinger sat frozen on her stool. What just happened?
Chapter 9
Wyatt was leaning his head on a tree in his backyard. He felt like he was in control, eating their dinner. Everything casual until she stared at him a little too long. He couldn’t help the blood that rushed into his dick. He was hard looking at her and she was staring so intently at him. Then he smelled her. She was wet, and her sweet arousal made man and bear lose it. His bear was roaring so loud that Wyatt didn’t trust his voice. He couldn’t risk her hearing the deepness of his bear coming out if he talked.
He had to get away from her, he ran out of his house like a madman. He wanted her so badly. He wanted to strip her clothes off and lick every inch of her sweetness. Her taste would play over his tongue and once wouldn’t be enough. Wyatt was sure she was going to be his favorite addiction after the first taste. No doubt after the first bite.
Groaning at the thought of tasting her sweet blood had him leaning harder against the tree, letting the bark dig into his skin, giving him a tiny distraction.
Shit, she probably figured he was a lunatic, he thought. He knew he needed to get back in there. At least she couldn’t bolt without stealing his truck. Smart thinking on that move.
Taking deep breaths to clear his lung erased some of the luscious smell of her pussy, Wyatt stood and looked back at the door. How the hell was he going to explain this?
Sitting on her stool, still staring at the door Wyatt had slammed through in some kind of desperate bid to escape. Jinger was lost for a reason. It had to be her, what else could it be?
Why else would he leave her sitting there without saying a word? She didn’t know what to do. Keep eating, lock herself in the bathroom? No options were good enough. She pushed her plate away from herself, her appetite having disappeared. Not knowing how long he was going to be gone, she made her way over to the couch and sat, angled to the back door.
She didn’t have to wait too long when it opened and Wyatt walked in. His eyes shot to the counter and seeing her not there, he quickly scanned the room. They came to rest on her sitting on the couch.
For some reason, when their eyes met and Jinger saw the relief flash over Wyatt’s, she felt her own eyes tear up.
Darn it, she hated crying. She took a shaking inhalation and his eyes missed nothing.
Wyatt saw the glistening increase in her beautiful eyes and saw her tremor as she breathed in and was across the room in a flash.
He didn’t even think, he scooped her up in his arms and turned and sat on the couch, curling her into his lap.
He felt her stiffen at the quick change of place and he squeezed her tighter to his chest.
“I’m sorry, sweetness,” he whispered to her hair, placing a soft kiss where he spoke.
Wyatt felt a shudder roll through her and heard her sniff like she was trying to stave off crying. He was an ass, a certifiable ass. He should call his brothers right now to come over and kick his ass for being a moron.
“Shh, I’m sorry, gingersnap. That was totally out of line. It wasn’t you. I mean it was you, but not like you think. It was me,” he stumbled trying to explain.
Shit, he couldn’t even explain why he was a dumbass. “Baby, I just got a little…overwhelmed, and needed a minute to myself.”
Wyatt felt another shudder go through Jinger and gave her another squeeze. His bear was agitated that she was crying, but the pushy bastard was thrilled to have her so close.
Jinger pulled back to look at Wyatt. She figured her eyes were red and puffy from trying to not cry. She’d succeeded mostly, maybe a few stray tears had snuck out. But she managed to snuff any major blubber session.
“I’m not usually so emotional,” she whispered to him. She didn’t want to appear so vulnerable, but he was looking at her like he was worried she would bolt. He also looked genuinely concerned for her state of mind.
“It’s okay, I was rude and insensitive. Only an ass would leave a beautiful woman sitting alone at dinner with no explanation. Someday I’ll be able to explain the complex workings of my male brain. But you don’t have to hear it tonight,” he tried to joke.