Midnight Mistletoe (A Paranormal Romance) (Golden Pack Alphas) Read Free Page A

hell!
    She frowned at his retreating back. Admittedly she was no super model but, she’d never had a problem with luring men her way.
    A long shadow fell over her and it was her turn to freeze. Despite blocking out the sun, a heated scorch rippled down her body as the approaching shadow crept down her body. Her nipples pebbled to thick points, her pussy clenched and a slow growl worked its way up her throat.
    Only one thing made her body react this way and she’d deliberately left it back in Golden Valley.
    “Hello Gigi. Miss me?”

Three
     
    This is not happening!
    “Don’t call me Gigi,” she said, the words pushing passed her stiffened lips.
    Georgia squeezed her eyes shut and counted to ten.
    One…Two…Three…
    “It was rude of you to leave without saying goodbye.”
    Her knees locked as his husky voice grew closer. She bit back a frustrated whimper as soft fabric brushed her bare arm.
    Four…Five…
    “What? No hello Marcus? How are you doing Marcus?”
    Six…Seven
    “How was your flight Marcus?”
    Eight…Nine…
    “No I’ve missed you Marcus—”
    Ten!
    Her eyes shot open before her gaze zeroed in on his smug face.
    “How about, would you like to die Marcus,” she asked as sweetly as she could, her jaw stiff in anger.
    He stood at her side towering over her and she couldn’t prevent another traitorous shiver from rolling down her body.
    She refused to move from her position, not wanting to give him any impression that his presence or stance intimidated her at all. Adopting an air of nonchalance she flicked her hair over her shoulder and leaned back onto the curved beach chair.
    There was no denying that Marcus Legrand screamed “lick me” from the top of his stubborn as granite head to the bottoms of his always impeccably shined shoes.
    Her tongue slipped out to smooth over her suddenly dry lips as her gaze took him all in.
    His usually dirty blond hair tousled in the wind as his dark, midnight blue eyes peered down at her.
    She hated his eyes as much as she loved them. They always seemed to be digging directly into her soul and she loathed him for that.
    Reaching up she shoved her glasses back onto her face.
    A neatly trimmed beard curved around plump sensuous lips, that when speaking contained a faint European accent that she could never quite place. But the way he said her name always made her panties wet and nipples tight.
    Bastard.
    Dressed in dark slacks and slate grey dress shirt, he looked more ready for a business meeting than a walk on the beach. Although mentally scoffing at his attire she couldn’t ignore how well his broad chest stretched the fine fabric of his shirt, or how the precise creases of his pants, emphasized his strong thighs and the teasing bulge at the juncture of them.
    “Is that all you have to say after I’ve come all this way to surprise you?”
    “Surprises are meant to be enjoyed.”
    “Oh but I’m enjoying myself immensely.”
    His gaze swept her body in one smooth, hot stroke and she clenched her fists in an attempt not to reach out and return the favor.
    Either with a caress of her own or slap to the face. She wasn’t really sure.
    Yes you are.
    Ignoring her slutty inner voice she firmed her lips. Seducing a stranger to relieve her heat was a logical necessity. Engaging in any kind of flirtation with Marcus was just plain lunacy.
    “Get off my island Marcus.”
    “Does your pack have larger holdings than they’ve reported to the Council? I don’t believe this island is recorded.”
    “I’m playing by school yard rules. I was here first so get lost.”
    “I have every intention of leaving as soon as possible.”
    “Oh please don’t let me stop you.”
    His beautiful lips tipped up at the corners, and one perfect dimple dented his right cheek.
    “I knew you’d be understanding. The plane leaves sharply at six tomorrow morning. I’ll see you then.”
    “I’ll cheerfully be waving good-bye.”
    “To the island.”
    “To you .”
    “I’m