Rock Hard And Wet (BBW Paranormal Romance) (Nymphs Of New York) Read Online Free PDF Page A

rasped in and out of his
lungs.
    “Theo?”
    “Callie?” Petra’s call overlapped
Logan’s.
    “I’m great, Petra. Coming to New York
was your best idea ever.” She angled her face and winked at her sister-nymph. A
smile split Petra’s face. She nodded once and tugged on Logan’s hand, taking
the hint.
    A low toned argument broke out between
the pair, but Callie couldn’t hear well enough to understand their words. She
petted Theo’s hair and trailed kisses over his jaw, following her instincts.
The pain he held inside radiated through the set of his mouth and body to the
tense fingers on her waist. Theo was a stranger, but she felt compelled to
offer him comfort that had nothing to do with sex and release.
    He cleared his throat. Blunt callused
fingers adjusted her tank top until her breasts were covered by the flimsy
material. “I’m fine, Logan. Take the girl to the museum like she wants. You’re
not officially on duty until nightfall.”
    Callie studied his face and tried to
memorize the heat of his palms on her skin. The argument between Logan and
Petra continued, and Theo ground his fingers into the wall, breaking little
pieces of brick off.
    “I said, I’m fine.” The cords in his
neck stood out, he took a deep breath, and when he released it, he relaxed his
hands to his side and stepped away from her.
    Even in the heat of the summer day, a
cool draft blasted her front and teased the edges of her torn skirt. The
temperature change caused by his absence bothered her. To hell with that. She
grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him off balance and into her body.
    The grey swirls she liked so much
reappeared in his eyes, and he snorted in amusement.
    “See, Logan? I told you they’re okay.
Let’s go.” Petra blew her a kiss, yanked on the big male, and set her heels to
the pavement. Logan was in for a surprise when Petra decided to get pushy. He’d
end up soaked and frozen into a big stone icicle if he kept it up.
    “Call me if you need me, big brother.”
    Theo raised his hand in a farewell wave,
his attention centered on Callie’s face. She smiled and moved in for a kiss,
keeping her eyes open and studying his features. His lips were firm, the upper
one on the thin side, but still infinitely kissable. When his tongue snaked out
and traced the pout of her lower lip, she shivered.
    A tiny scar ran parallel to his right
eyebrow, with more white dots and dashes radiating across his forehead to
disappear into his hairline on that side above his ear.
    “How’d you get the Morse Code on your
face like that?
    “Occupational hazard. The London Blitz
was a shitty time to be in Great Britain.” He brushed his hand off on the leg
of his jeans and color rose in his cheeks. “I’m sorry about your skirt. And the
wall. And fucking you so hard—”
    She stopped him with one finger on his
mouth. “We’ve already been over this. I told you that I wanted it. You gave me
what I asked for. Hush.” The skirt was beyond repair, ripped all the way to the
waist band up the front. “You do however owe me a new skirt. I’m positively
indecent. Feel.”
    Before he could stop her, she used his
hand to cup her sex.
    He sucked in a breath. “You have got to
be the strangest females I’ve ever met.”
    “I’ve never been called strange before.”
She released his shirt front and huffed. “Sexy, fun, obstinate…but never
strange.”
    Strong fingers untied the scarf around
her waist, and he adjusted it to cover her nakedness. “I didn’t mean it as an
insult.” He met her gaze, and then shifted his eyes away again. “You’re very beautiful.
Perhaps the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Definitely the sexiest I’ve ever… Shit,
I suck at this. I’ve never met someone like you. It’s made me off balance.”
    “Hmph.” She tucked her hair behind her
ear, not ready to let him off the hook.
    “Is your natural color blue?” The war  m
breadth of his chest collided with her arm as he side stepped around