Foxy Lady by Marie Harte Read Free Book Online

relief mirrored her own. What the hell did Ty think by worrying them all? He’d been gone for nearly nine hours!
    Jason, Gabby and Meghan had brought back Chinese takeout they’d lugged all the way from Kettle Falls, nearly twenty miles away. The food tasted like dust in Julia’s mouth, worry for Ty making it hard to think about anything else.
    She made an excuse about needing to use the restroom and left the kitchen. Hurrying to her bedroom, she opened the window and waited. She’d been using it to come and go while visiting. A fat tree stump under the window facilitated her entry into the house.
    Ty jumped through with effortless grace. Greedily drinking in the sight of him, she forced herself to focus on her mad.
    She seethed. “Would it have killed you to let us know where you were for so long?”
    Anger—much better than nervous concern.
    He shook out his thick fur patterned with silver and black that darkened at the tips of his ears and his tail. He had less red on his belly, ears and throat than she did, most likely due to his dark hair when a man. He was also rather large for a silver fox, closer to fifteen pounds, as opposed to her nine when turned. Still, she couldn’t deny how handsome he looked.
    Unable to stop herself, she knelt and ran her hand over his head. Scratching his ears, she scolded in a low voice, “You stay out that long again and I’ll go out and drag you back by the tail.”
    He shifted into a manso fast he knocked her on her butt then laid her flat against the floor. He blanketed her with male heat, his face inches from hers as he stared into her eyes.
    A pure show of dominance that, dammit all, worked.
    “You ever go near the Williams place again and I’ll spank you until you can’t sit. Those bastards are armed to the teeth with guns, bows and rifles. There are over a dozen people at that house right now. Don’t even think about leaving again without me with you.”
    She opened her mouth to reply and found it covered with his own.
    Julia couldn’t help but respond. What else could she do when a hot naked man kissed the breath out of her?
    She moaned and ran her hands over his back and up to his neck. His hair felt so soft under her fingers as she caressed his scalp and submitted to his ravenous mouth.
    He stroked her lips and tongue with his, fanning the desire she could never quite shake in his presence. His touch grew more urgent. He caged her, sharing his arousal with every thrust and push against her. His hand cupped her breast, then slid under her shirt to pinch her nipple through her bra.
    She gasped at the contact, and he invaded her mouth, deepening the kiss.
    The muted sound of a door opening and then closing after Gabby’s “Oh, Lord,” barely registered.
    Suddenly Ty’s hand angled down her pants and his fingers sought the wet heat of her.
    He groaned her name and shoved his fingers inside, stroking her wet channel. His thumb found her clit and he brought her closer and closer to climax while he rocked against her.
    Stealing her breath, her resistance, her every thought, he gave her nothing but pleasure and worked her sensitive flesh. Her entire body and mind cried out for him as she convulsed against him, her orgasm spiraling out of control. Thankfully he swallowed her shout of relief, or she would have shared it with the rest of the house.
    He shuddered and groaned, nipping along her throat. Helpless, Julia trembled in the aftermath of such an explosive, sudden rapture.
    Breathing heavily, they stared at one another for what seemed like forever. She didn’t know what Ty thought or felt, but Julia wanted to burst into tears. Sex with Ty, and sex that wasn’t even real sex, had been better than anything she’d ever experienced or had hoped to experience. Because it was Ty, the physical connection meant so much more than a mere fuck.
    The love she tried to squelch threatened to break free, until he said, “Oh hell. I didn’t mean to make such a mess. Sorry, honey.