Katee Robert - In Bed with Mr. Wrong

“Aw, don’t be like that. You were just getting to the good part.” At some point, he’d stretched out over the couch, making himself at home like he was some kind of sexy cat.

Sexy cat ? Obviously the book had gone to her head, because she couldn’t help but think that he’d make an excellent shifter, though he’d probably be more wolf than one of the cat family. She wished she could blame the heat pulsing between her legs and through her body on the story she’d read, but it’d be far from the truth.

It was Ryan.

He was all barely contained strength and sex appeal. She wasn’t immune by a long shot. Though, if she was perfectly honest, she hadn’t tried very hard to ignore his appeal. She shifted under his gaze, wanting to tell him to look away, but that’d mean admitting how much he affected her. “My throat hurts from talking so much.”

It was a dirty lie, but she didn’t think she could handle reading a sex scene while he sat there and watched her. Not to mention Jenny Ellis was known for her explicit language, which was fine when reading alone in the privacy of her own home, but this was hardly that.

Worse still, if she kept reading, he’d know what was happening.

He gave her a lazy grin. “Come on, Bri. I want to know how Dmitri is finally going to talk Savannah out of her panties.”

“It’s not a game for him. He cares about her.” Or he would, after they’d been sleeping together for some time and then she ran, which would make him realize exactly how much he loved her.

“Honey, I’d think he more than cares about her.” He pushed to his feet and stretched his arms over his head, making his shirt ride up to reveal a slice of tanned stomach. She was so distracted by the sight that he was nearly on top of her before she realized he’d moved.

“What are you doing?”

“Pass it over.”

Surely he wasn’t suggesting what she was afraid of? In case she was right, Bri slid sideways until she could tuck the book under a pillow. “Pass what over?”

“The book. If your throat hurts, then I’ll read the rest. It’s my turn anyway.”

If there was anything worse than reading this scene to him, it was having him read it to her . How was she supposed to focus on the story when it was his deep voice spelling out all the naughty things Dmitri was doing to Savannah?

Bri met his gaze and understood that he fully expected her to run. Her pride reared its head, demanding she hold her ground. She passed him the book. “Whatever you say.”

“Smart girl.” He winked and then strode into the kitchen.

What the heck? “What are you doing?”

Ryan gave her a look. “You said your throat hurt. Tea will help with that. Besides, it’s been a while since breakfast. I’m starving, so you have to at least be a little hungry.”

He was taking care of her? She sat there, trying to reconcile this man with the one who had pushed her buttons since the moment they met. Yes, he’d made her food and taken the dishes . Then there was the way he’d used his hand on the small of her back the night of their date, and how he’d followed her out of Avery’s party after she bolted. Not to mention the firewood and chili and letting her sleep in the bed…

Oh my God. He’s been trying to take care of me all along .

Since she didn’t know how to deal with that, she accepted the mug with a murmured “Thanks” and decided it was wiser to stay silent. She could get used to watching Ryan in the kitchen. He put together three sandwiches, cut them in half, and arranged them on two plates.

“Are chips okay?”

The strange feeling inside her intensified. The fact that he had her all out of sorts over a simple question about chips only went on to demonstrate how pathetic her history was. “Yes.”

“Good.” He came over and set a plate on the coffee table in front of her before retreating to his couch and systematically devouring his sandwiches. Ryan ate with the kind of single-mindedness of someone who’d gone hungry before enough times to know when to appreciate the presence of food.

She understood. His father had been pretty freaking neglectful if Ryan was forced to learn to cook to fend for himself. Even growing up with Drew, his basic needs hadn’t been met any more than hers had.

“Are you going to eat?”

Bri jumped, realizing she’d been staring at him so long he’d finished his food. “Yes. Thank you.”

“So polite when you want to be.” He smiled. “Do you need more tea?”

It’d only now cooled down to an acceptable drinking temperature. “I think I’m okay.”

After one last look at her, he leaned back and propped his feet on the arm of the couch. Ryan opened the book and draped the brown-and-pink ribboned bookmark over the pillow next to him. Seeing feminine things like ribbons in his wide hands was ridiculous. And absolutely adorable. “Where were we? Oh yes, Dmitri has Savannah pressed against the wall, bracketed by his arms. Does that sound familiar?”

She glanced over sharply, but he didn’t seem to be insinuating anything. Which meant comparing this scene to the one that had played out in the hallway last night rested solely on her shoulders. She brought her knees to her chest, suddenly not nearly as hungry as she’d thought. It didn’t matter who was reading it or what the character’s history was—this book was just fiction.

“Dmitri leaned in until his lips rested against her throat. It should have been terrifying having this massive man so close, and there was a healthy dose of fear running through Savannah, but desire beat a steady drum, a siren call she wasn’t sure he could resist.

“‘Tell me. Tell me what you want.’

“‘You. All of you.’ Everything he had.

“His hands ran down her shoulders to cup her hips. A deft move and her dress was up around her thighs, baring her for his pleasure.”

Bri froze with her cup halfway to her lips. God, they weren’t even to the truly dirty parts and she was already having difficulty breathing. Ryan’s voice woke all sorts of longings she didn’t know what to do with. No, that wasn’t true. The problem was she knew all too well what to do with them.

“Is there something wrong?”

She jumped, nearly spilling tea all down her front. “Not in the least.”

“Really? You’re not even remotely turned on by this?”

This was exactly what she’d been afraid of when he took the book from her. She took another drink of tea to buy herself time, hoping it would cover up the tremor in her voice. “Why would you think that?”

“Because I am.” He lifted the book, drawing her gaze south to where his level of desire was all too evident.

“But they haven’t even done anything yet. He’s barely touched her.” Why was she arguing this? What did it matter if he was turned on as a result of something practically PG?

Ryan folded the corner of the page, raising his eyebrows when she made a protesting noise at his treatment of the book. “Want to know why I’m turned on?”

Even though she knew better, she nodded.

“It’s because I’m picturing us in that position and I’m remembering how good you smell, and how things progressed from there, which has turned to thinking about how damn amazing your mouth feels around my cock.”

Oh God. Bri jumped to her feet, sending her tea mug flying. She spun on her heel, nearly tripped over the corner of the coffee table. That slowed her down enough to realize that she was letting him win by running away. The realization didn’t kill the urge, but she was able to stop moving and turn to face him. “You’re not nearly funny as you think you are.”

“Honey, I’m as serious as a heart attack.”