The Winston Isles Complete Collection (PAPERBACKS)

I heard the squeak behind me. Instead of turning around and bashing it with a broom, I may have yelled. Okay, I did yell. And I also jumped up on the couch with her. Before I knew what was happening, Len jumped up, wrapped her arms around my neck and straddled my hips as she tried to get even higher up off the ground.

Thought one: Jesus, she’s soft. Thought two: God! That was so not manly. Thought three: I fucking hate mice. Thought four: That mouse isn’t so bad because now Len is wrapped around me and I think I like it.

Thought five: Shit, you are not allowed to like this.
Sometimes, I hated my thought process. “Okay, okay. Settle down.”
“Settle down? You’re the one who jumped up here. I told you, it’s an attacking mouse determined to kill me.”

“He’s little. He’s not trying to kill you.”

“Oh yeah? Then what are you doing on the couch?”

She had me there. “I—look, you looked comfortable up here. Fuck, okay. He startled me.”

“You see? Now we’re both going to die on this couch.”

Whew! What a way to go. She barely weighed anything. She was all soft, female curves and coconut and lime-scented something that drove me insane. She smelled so good. You will not sniff her again. You will not sniff her again.

And I wasn’t going to. But then—and it wasn’t my fault—she wrapped herself tighter around me and nuzzled into my neck. And well, I couldn’t help it. She was so close. Sniffing was inevitable. I did try to hold my breath. I did … for a second. And then I inhaled deeply. Every muscle in my body simultaneously relaxed and then spasmed as the electric charges hit them. And my dick, well, he made his presence known. Not that Len seemed to notice, because she was still clutching on to me for dear life.

I dragged in deep breaths, trying to think about anything other than the woman wrapped around me like a coiled snake. But oh no, every single thought was filled with Len. Len naked. Len bent over shaking her ass, wriggling at me as if in invitation. I’d already struck out with this girl, much to my chagrin. I didn’t need to make it worse.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t seem to make myself let her go. Her legs were wrapped around me. Her arms wound behind my neck. She was nuzzling deep inside my arms. I needed to hold her up, didn’t I?
It wasn’t my fault that my hands were on her ass. Really, it was her thighs. Let’s be honest, though. I had to will my hand not to move because testing the firmness of her ass would have been full-on douche city. She was scared, and I wasn’t going to take advantage.

“Um, well, I will call the building manager and get you a couple of those traps.”

She pulled back slowly, her gaze meeting mine. Her eyes were dark pools of melted chocolate. And I could stare into them all day. She blinked rapidly and nodded. “Thank you.” Then she seemed to notice that she was wrapped around me. A slight flush lit her cheeks, and then her thighs loosened their grip around my waist and she slid down. Her arms went last. And then we were standing on her couch, facing each other. Neither one of us acknowledged that my hands had just been on her ass. Because really, was there any need to acknowledge that?

She blinked up at me. “Thank you Sebastian, you know, for the rescue. Even though you ended up needing to be rescued yourself.”
“Will you please tell no one? My reputation can’t handle it.”

She grinned. “If you get me some traps that don’t involve me having to watch poor Mickey die, your secret is safe with me.”