THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 104

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But not everyone had them like Kristen Jackson. Her flesh was pale, and I could see the delicate blue veins underneath, like she didn’t get out in the sun enough. For a short woman, her thighs were long, soft and a little thick, trailing to pretty knees and slender calves, and on one side, a very shapely ankle. I could almost appreciate the Victorian obsession with ankles. Until I carefully worked the fabric over the other side, which was hugely swollen and turning an unattractive rainbow of purple, red and yellow.

My task was done. I stood up from my squatted position, but as I did so, I caught her scent, and my nostrils flared. She’d always smelled very nice for a human, a fact I had always dismissed as nice hair products or lotion. But what I scented now wasn’t a cream she had put on her skin, but the sweet, slightly musky scent of pure s****| arrousal.

I chanced a glance at her face. She was biting her plump bottom lip and staring hard at the sink. Her cheeks were flushed pink and I could hear her accelerated heartbeat.

Internally, my wolf was almost howling with excitement. It took all of my willpower to push him back. This is not the time, nor the place. And the last thing we need is to get involved with another

human woman.

I would be a gentleman, if it killed me. I balled up the jeans and tucked them under my arm. “Is there anything else you need help with?” I asked politely.

“No!” She said too quickly. Then she forced a quivering smile. “Thanks, I can handle it from here.”

I nodded, and backed away slowly. “I’ll have Mrs. Farley bring you a robe for now. And we’ll get you some comfortable clothes. Just give a shout when you are finished.”

“Oh…okay. Um, thanks.”

I went out of the bathroom and shut the door, and then leaned back against it. With my werewolf senses I could still track what she was doing. I heard the rustle of clothes as she finished undressing, and my damned imagination tried to fill in all the details I hadn’t yet seen with my naked eye. I’d felt her waist, though, when I held her in the bed, and I knew her breasts would be full and heavy. Not too big, but in perfect proportion to her petite and curvy body. I bet they were pale too, like her legs, with dusky pink n.ipples.

My body responded eagerly to the image in my mind, and my trousers became uncomfortably tight in the crotch. I closed my eyes and forced a few calming breaths.

I hadn’t had this kind of reaction to a woman in a long, long time.

Behind the door I heard a slight splash. She must have finished undressing and was now sinking

into the warm water.

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She gave a slight, satisfied moan as the heat engulfed her body.

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Ah hell, I couldn’t take it any more. I fled the room and headed for the back stairs. I would have given anything to rip off my clothes and go for a run. Unfortunately there was no place to wolf-out in the immediate vicinity of my suburban town house.

So, I went for the next best option. The small home-gym. Maybe a grueling physical workout would take my mind off the wet, naked woman in my bathtub.

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Getting into the bathtub on one foot was trickier than I thought, but once I slid down into the hot

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