Evangelina Green (3 page)

***

Keaton Wolfe was no
boy
any more. He was a
grown man of thirty-two. And this grown man could smell her
arousal. Oh, this man was in big trouble! By at least age
twenty-eight, all his brothers had married and most had a house
full of kids. He liked women and had slept with more than his
share. He and his brothers were the Wolfe boys for heaven’s sake!
Women loved them—men hated their guts because of it.

But he wasn’t some randy rooster, fucking
anything with two legs and big boobs. He just never thought about
it. That dubious honor went to his younger brother, Judson, and at
the pace he was going, he was going to run out of women in their
small town.

But this little blond was
different. He didn’t think about kissing her. He didn’t think about
holding her. He couldn’t think,
period
. All his hormones rushed to
the front of his brain and into his cock. He wanted to fuck her and
claim her. Right here. Right now. Not his normal reaction to a
tall, thin, wisp of a girl.

His libido was trying to take over, but he
would not take her on the porch, against the door, or over the
swing. Oh man! He could imagine what she would feel like. How he’d
kiss his way down her body, stopping to suckle her nipples into
hard points while she moaned and ground her hips against his
erection. How he would slowly pull her panties down, then pull her
pussy lips apart and see how wet and swollen she was. Then he would
lick her from back to front, all the way up to her little nub of a
clit and have her quaking and begging him to fuck her—now! Her
taste on his lips, kissing her as he slammed into her over and over
and…oh fuck!

He shook his head trying
to dispel those images from his mind. He was
Big Bad Keaton
. Women chased him. He
did not go around screwing every woman he
came across
. Oh crap! Now he was
thinking about wanting to
come
across
her stomach and have his fingers in
her, his thumb flicking her clit, his hard cock rubbing against her
hip, until he felt her pussy squeeze his hand as her juices soaked
him and she screamed his name.

Oh man! This had to stop! Okay…maybe...in a
minute.

He was rock hard muscles, some harder than
others at the moment, as he shifted himself in his tight jeans. He
was well toned from hard work and this little thing, this lovely
green-eyed blond, was turning him to jelly. Hot. Burning.
Jelly.

She wore her barely blond hair short, but
just long enough to be sexy and feminine. It was also practical in
the heat and humidity of the south. The small waves danced around
her chin and covered her ears. It made her seem like a tall pixie.
He bet she’d heard that one before and kept silent. She really was
a little thing though and although tall, she was on the slim side
in his opinion. Her clothes hung on her like they might have fit
her at one time and now she was just plain skinny.

He wondered what she
looked like fully fleshed out.
Groan
. Now he had a picture of her
in the flesh, and she was perfect. He liked his woman with some
meat on their bones. Gave him something to hold onto when he got
rough with her and pounded into her wet pussy, getting her to moan
and then scream his name as she came.

Gotta stop this. Now! Think of baseball or
the weather.

It hadn’t escaped his notice that she had a
nicely shaped, full chest and just enough of a waist to show off
her rounded hips attached to very long, shapely legs. But it was
her eyes, light green, almost grey, with a dark brown ring around
the iris that made them impossible to ignore. Then he realized her
lips almost had him in a trance. The bottom lip full, pouty, and
built for kissing or sucking his cock.

Damn! Damn! Damn! Baseball! Rainouts,
thunderstorms, tornadoes, think of anything but her naked. It
didn’t help. It was building and overriding his brain, and like an
idiot, he just stared at her. He couldn’t speak. He wanted to taste
those lips. He wanted to taste all of her.

Lina was smiling with her eyes sparkling, as
she asked him. "Baseball?"

He coughed and tried to
think of something to say while those light green eyes bored right
through him. "Just thinking aloud." That was all he could come up
with and he grimaced.
“Geeesh, what a
dumbass!”

****

Lina couldn’t help
staring. He wasn’t the pretty boy next door or even model material.
He was just male. All male. He even smelled like a guy, but nothing
bad, just musk, a scent of pine, or the woods on a sunny day. One
she couldn’t identify, but one she would
always
recognize. Sporting a strong,
almost square jaw that made him look regal, he also had a strong
nose, just a little sharp, but not too long.

It gave him an intelligent, yet wild look.
His brows, hooding his eyes were dark and thick. Not bushy in that
old man kind of icky way. She grinned at that. His eyes changed
when she smiled. She grinned about that. She shivered when she
realized she could affect him. Make him grin, laugh, groan, and
call her name as he came. Whoa baby! These were not her thoughts…or
were they? That just made her smile more. How long could they go on
this way? Grin. Grin bigger. Then grin again like an idiot?

Crap! She felt shy, lame, dumb,
inexperienced, hot, sexy, gangly, embarrassed, and very interested
in this big guy. She felt an unnatural pull, a longing she didn't
recognize. He was special, she knew that. But she was plain Lina,
and here he was, Mr. Hunkaliscious. He was just...beautiful. Oh
yeah, she could just imagine he’d like that!

His face changed and she swore he growled.
"I am not beautiful."

“
Oh god!”
She’d said it out loud! When would she learn?
Instead, she argued.

"Uh, yeah-ya... you are! Besides, it’s not
polite to argue with ah laaaady." Exaggerating her best southern
accent and batting her eyes at him shamelessly.

His full-throated laugh caught her
off-guard. "You are something else!"

She wasn’t sure how to take that, but he
smiled while saying it and looked at her as if might eat her alive
right after he kissed her, so she settled on it being a
compliment.

Wait, he might kiss her?
She’d like that, but her self-doubt was back. She wasn’t the type
of woman that men kissed. She was every guy’s pal. They didn’t look
at her that way, and they never gave her a second glance—not even a
first glance. She felt him giving her a glance and then some. He
was looking at her chest, her flat stomach, and her privates. Oh
god! That made her quiver. She liked the way he looked at
her.
“Niiice.”

He was leaning in toward
her with a purpose and damn if she wasn’t ready for it! The closer
his head came to her, the more she heard it...a
growl
. Then she felt it as he held
her close, coming from deep inside his chest and...wait...were his
eyes glowing? Before Lina had a chance to ask, their lips barely
touching...a horn blasted, loud and long, directly behind Keaton,
startling them both. One of the noisy, diesel-engine, delivery
trucks had driven up into the circular drive and they had not even
noticed. Lina was mortified! How many of the workmen had seen
them?

He backed away after being just inches away
and withdrew with a small half smile in her direction. Like they
had a secret. Or maybe he did? He backed up a few feet more. That
was just enough to break the spell she was under.

She blinked rapidly,
trying to stand on her own, trying to focus. Hell, even breathing
would be nice right now, and then she grinned. "That was kind of,
intense, huh?” She was grinning wider now.
Again with the grin? Sigh”

****

Not the reaction he was expecting! Laughing
out loud he guided her back to the step she’d been falling from and
with his eyes fairly glowing, he asked in a quiet, reverent
voice.

“
Who
are
you?” Not in the,
Hi-do-you-come-here-often?
kind of way. It was more of the,
Where-have-you-been-all-of-my-life?
kind of question. Serious shit there.

She whispered the same
question, without the underlying message. "Who are
YOU
?"

"I’m Keaton Wolfe, the new vet. You hired
me...remember?"

She nodded. As if she’d
understood anything he said after
I’m
Keaton.
He was just so...MALE...gawd! She
was sixteen again. She held out her hand and introduced herself in
a breathless sigh.

"Evangelina Maddox—but my
friends call me Lina."
PLEASE, PLEASE,
call me Lina...just call me!
She
thought.

Not sure if she said the
last part out loud or not, and at this point she didn’t care. She
was definitely in virgin,
gulp
, territory now, but suddenly
she felt daring. Take a chance. This time she listened. She took a
deep breath, smiled, and looked him up and down.

“
May I?” She leaned toward
him with a gleam in her eye. She thought he jerked back from her
and looked not only surprised, but a bit frightened of what she
might do. She watched him step back until she smiled. His shoulders
relaxed. She felt like a cat and moved like one sneaking up on her
prey. Slowly, deliberately, closer and closer to him, she slinked.
She looked up into his delicious green eyes and slowly, very
slowly, stretched the few remaining inches between them and kissed
his warm lips like a long lost lover. Soft lips crushed her mouth,
teeth clattering at first until he took control and finally his
tongue gained entry. Lina’s whole world changed. She’d been kissed
before but now those kisses seemed very boring. A glass of warm
water compared to this...this...expensive, sparkling champagne!
Delicious.

She heard a growl again?
Yup, that was a
growl
. That was hot! And coming from Keaton? Wow! She creamed
herself! Ha! She hadn’t even
said
that since high school. What a turn-on! A hot
sexy guy growling as he kissed the hell out of her in front of God
and everybody!

Her nipples were aching for a touch so she
leaned in closer and rubbed herself against him, winning herself
another growl from him. Damn this was hot, hot, hot and she didn’t
want to stop. When he used his huge hand to grab her ass and pull
her into him, nudging himself closer to her core in a slow,
dancing, circular rhythm, Lina almost growled!

His lips were like coming home. Okay. That
was hokey. She was coming home, but as he deepened the kiss, she
felt more comfortable, more complete. She wasn’t embarrassed or
uneasy about her height, or being too thin or fat, or anything. He
was kissing her because he wanted to kiss her. Funny. No. Wait,
really it’s not! This was some serious kissing and she liked it a
lot. Too much. She was in deep shit and with a stranger? And he was
the vet she'd hired. She couldn't have an affair with what amounted
to an employee! And she certainly had no time for romance.
Maybe...sex? No, not now.

If not now...when?

Apparently he was enjoying himself also, if
she could judge by how tightly he was holding her against his
erection. And an impressive one it was! Seemed larger than she
thought it should be and that made her nervous and yet excited. She
knew enough about anatomy, that she knew he would be a perfect fit
for her. She felt it in her bones and her heart and now between her
legs. He was working magic on her ear and down her neck when Lina
almost dissolved into mush and whispered.

“
Whoa baby.”

He broke away breathing heavily. Still
smiling.

"That’s a good thing, right?”

Between gasping for breath and trembling, as
he held her at almost arm’s length, she could only nod and smile
from ear to ear! When she finally caught her breath and could stand
somewhat without toppling, she looked him direct in the eye.

"I am so glad I did that. Cuz I knew I’d
never sleep if I didn’t find out...what I might have missed.
Good-night, Mr. Wolfe."

She turned and went up the steps into the
house weaving, only just a little, on the top step.

****

He’d never understood the
expression
jaw dropping,
until now. He stood there watching her walk away
with his mouth open, and a surprised and angry look on his face.
Little minx! He adjusted his throbbing cock and thought about
chasing after her. Yeah, he would have liked that. He was Alpha
male. He was wolf. He felt a primal need to chase her down. And
even as he took a step in her direction, stopped, clenching his
fists, eyes ablaze, his next thought was a shock, and yet a huge
relief.

Mine!

CHAPTER TWO

Keaton took a few minutes to settle down,
straighten his clothes, and run his hand through his hair. He
needed to walk it off. Breathe! He’d been so ready for Lina, he’d
almost lost it like a wolf cub. He was so sure she was his
wolf-mate, he had difficulty walking away. She would take time. She
was worth it. But it would have to come later, much later, when he
was done, if he survived. Now, though, knowing she was near, gave
him a reason to live.

Keaton walked around the house to check on
progress of the veterinary clinic and talk to the guys working on
the house. He’d grown up with some of them and a few were distant
relatives.