After all, I would imagine killing a man would take a lot out of you physically and emotionally. I force my eyes away from the glorious cleavage and swallow over the lump in my throat. “And what am I to do the rest of this eve then?” Her arms fold across her chest, pinching her breasts together. I half expect her to make a mad dash for her clothes. She darts her gaze between me and the fireplace. “I promise, come sunrise I will leave you, and you are free to go.” You can venture home in the morning.” My eyes lock onto hers and I pour sincerity into them in hopes she'll reconsider my offer.

It would be in your best interest to stay here and let it pass. A bit treacherous for you to be wandering out in, alone and at night. Besides, there's a nasty storm brewin' outside. “It'll take hours for them to be dry enough to wear. Once they're dry.” I fan my arms to the fire where I've laid out her soaking clothes. “Kindly give me back my clothing and affects, sir.” “It'll be a mighty cold walk with no clothes,” I say, holding back the smirk climbing across my lips. My sister is waiting for me and will send out a search party if I don't return.” “While I appreciate the rescue, I should get home. “I don't think that's any of your business now, is it?” The icy aftertaste of her tone sting my ears. Which leads to the question, what were you doing there?” I fold my arms and stare down into her eyes. “I don't have many women that wander into the haunted woods in need of my rescuing. “Do you have a habit of going around saving damsels in distress, Marcus?” The coy tone in her sexy voice hardens my cock even more, evidence that I've not been in female company for quite some time, and it's taking its toll.

Unbearable by Wren Michaels