Watt and Bothered – Monster Between Sheets – Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Paranormal, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
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I hurried across the deck, wondering how the fuck I was going to help her. But she swung her arms forward and threw her weight in the same direction. One second, she was about to tumble down the steps, and the next, she was flying straight at me.

“Oomph.” We both grunted at the impact of her body slamming into mine, and my arms immediately closed around her.

All of my nerve endings buzzed with electricity, and my cock was about to bust through my zipper. I probably should have buttoned my pants, but how the hell was I supposed to know that the most beautiful woman in the world would wander into my domain? My heart squeezed, and I prepared for her body to convulse before it went limp and lifeless in my arms. Except this time, Mags wasn’t here to fix my fuckup.

But nothing happened.

“I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, trying to take a step away.

My mouth had gone dry, making it difficult to speak, but I wasn’t about to let her go, so I tightened my embrace.

“Are you okay?” I croaked.

“Yes, um. Are you? I’m sorry I just ran into you. I—”

She’s alive. How the fuck is this possible? I kept her pressed against me but reared my head back to look down at her carefully. She wasn’t even shaking from the slightest reaction to my voltage. “I’m fine. Are you sure you’re okay? I didn’t zap you?”

“Zap me?” she asked, sounding bewildered as she focused those gorgeous green gems on my face.

“You don’t feel any tingling anywhere?” I queried insistently.

Her beautiful face went from a soft peach color to the bright shade of a ripe tomato. “Um…” She squirmed a little and looked everywhere but at me.

The movement brushed the points of her hard nipples over my chest, and she sucked in a fast breath.

It suddenly hit me…what she thought I’d meant by my question. And what her reaction said about her answer.

Son of a bitch.

Electric currents raced over my skin, and she shivered, but from the flush of her skin, I was positive—no pun intended—that the cause was from the desire that crackled between us.

Was it really possible? Was she immune to my deadly power? Could we…?

All the images I’d been suppressing came flooding back, and it took every bit of my energy not to toss her over my shoulder and take her to bed. Yet.

4

Juniper

I was very confused. And not just because I was lost in the woods.

I didn’t think the man I’d basically thrown myself at was asking me about my strange reaction to him. He couldn’t possibly know that he was the first guy to kickstart my dormant libido…right?

Yet he was asking me if I’d felt zapped by him and if I was tingling anywhere. I couldn’t possibly tell him that I was sensitive to the brush of my pebbled nipples against my bra. Or how my core clenched from the way his hands pressed against my back. And I definitely wasn’t going to let him know that my panties were drenched.

Not that it was easy for me to say anything now that I’d gotten a good look at the gorgeous man who held me in his arms. With his chiseled jawline, sharp cheekbones, and aquiline nose, he was the height of masculinity. Add in his thick, white hair, bright blue eyes, and tall, muscular body, and he probably had to deal with women gawking at him all the time.

Swallowing down the lump in my throat, I croaked, “I don’t understand what you mean.”

He scanned the woods surrounding us before glancing over his shoulder toward the house. “Come inside where it’s warm and you can get comfortable, then I’ll explain.”

Following a strange man into his home in the middle of the wilderness was probably an even worse decision than wandering off in the first place, but I found myself feeling oddly safe with him.

I didn’t argue as he gently wrapped his fingers around my wrist and tugged me across the deck, but I did ask, “What’s your name?”

He smiled at me over his shoulder. “Silas Adler, and you?”

“Juniper Finch.”

“That’s a beautiful name.”

Warmth spread through me at his compliment. I’d never hated my name, but it certainly hadn’t been the subject of flattery.

Without letting go of my arm, Silas led me inside the cabin. It was on the smaller side from what I could see as we walked through the kitchen into the living room, but I loved the cozy, masculine vibe. When we neared the couch, he paused to help me out of my coat before getting me settled on the cushions. Then he dropped to his knees in front of me, and I gasped. “What are you doing?”

His bright blue eyes crackled with intensity as his gaze met mine. “Helping you get your boots off.”


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