Everyone has a Weak spot (7 page)

“It sounds like fun, no?” he took her mouth in another hard, passionate kiss that left her reeling.

“I'll bring the car accident report when I get back. Don't go kissin’ anybody else while I'm gone, you hear?” he growled.

“Of course not.” She was completely flustered.

He opened the door and announced, “I'll have that report for you in a couple days, Mademoiselle."

* * * *

The rest of the day alternately flew or inched along at a snail's pace. Lorelei's mind was on the Sheriff more than anything or anyone else. The only time she could concentrate was when she was dancing.

She really
had
intended to discourage the Sheriff's attentions. It would be best for everybody if she did, she knew. The problem was that he was so assertive. She, obviously, was not assertive at all. He just steamrolled right over all of her good intentions.

Because of her state of mind, she pushed all of her afternoon students very hard. Everyone was happy to leave her alone that evening, even Renaud. She had a hard time settling down and finally fell asleep on her couch watching an infomercial.

She'd placed the phone on the coffee table in front of her and nearly jumped out of her skin when it rang. She snatched it up on the second ring.

“
Bonjour, ma petit chéri,
are you well tonight?” came his deep, sultry drawl. It sent shivers of awareness up and down her spine.

“Hi, Warrick. I
am
well this evening. You must be very tired,” she responded in a sleepy husk.

“Mmmmmm,
chéri
. I am most tired. I needed your voice to soothe me to sleep so I could rest. Tell me you miss me
chéri,
hmmm?"

“I miss you, Warrick.” She hoped he'd really believe her. She didn't know why he missed her, but she wanted him to know she did miss him.

It was as if there was a void in her world when she knew there was no chance of seeing him. She was wrapped in her sleepy limbo and didn't want to fight her attraction to this man right now.

“You believe me, don't you Warrick?"

“If you say it, I believe it,
chéri,
” he reassured her. “Are you tucked in bed?"

“I fell asleep on the couch,” she hesitated before adding, “waiting for you."

“Oh
chéri,
I wish I could carry you to our bed tonight. Let me walk with you while you crawl into bed, hmm?” His molasses and sandpaper voice was even deeper and sexier when he was tired, she thought.

She crossed the room and climbed into her bed. “Okay, Warrick, I'm in bed,” she told him dutifully. She heard him sigh.

“I wanna be there with you. I wanna touch you like I did at the party,” he growled in frustration.

Lorelei felt her face burn. She hoped he couldn't hear her squirm in embarrassment.

“Truth,
chéri,
you liked how I touched you, no?” he insisted on hearing it from her. “Tell me,
chéri,
I need the words."

“Yes, Warrick, I guess I did like it,” she confessed reluctantly.

“
Chéri,
will you help me touch you now?” His deep voice was so seductive.

“I don't understand, Warrick,” she whispered.

“I know you don't,
petit.
I want to tell you the way I'd like to touch you. Will you make your hands be my hands? Put your hands where I say and feel me with you, hmmm
chéri?
"

“Do you really want me to do that, Warrick? Put my hands on myself and talk to you on the phone?” She expelled a breath. “You must think I'm such a child. This is all so new to me."

“
Chéri,
I think you're the most beautiful woman that I want in my arms and in my bed and everywhere else, too. It excites me that you don't know the ways of other men."

She was getting excited, too. All of her good intentions were melting away. “Warrick? Is your ... does your body..."

“Oh,
chéri,
you make me hard just thinking about you,” he growled to her. His words made her feel powerful. “Take your shirt off for me, sugar baby. I want to feel your perfect breasts,” the deep timbre of his voice vibrated down the phone line.

“They're so small,” she mumbled, doing as he told her.

“Mmmmm, I love ‘em,” he rumbled. “Rest the phone by your ear so you can put both hands on your breasts for me. I want you to move your hands in circles and squeeze ‘em till they're hard,” he directed her huskily.

She sucked in a breath following his directions. “Oh, Warrick.” She didn't know what else to say.

“That feel good, baby?"

“Yes, it feels good. If I think it's you touching me this way, it feels good.” She blamed the late hour and her tired mind for her candor.

“I like to make you feel good,” he rumbled. After a moment, he said, “
Chéri,
take your panties off for me. I'll take my shorts off. I want to touch you, and I want to think you're touching me. Will you do that with me,
petit
?"

“Okay,” she answered him breathlessly. This man kept bringing her into unknown territory. She knew he heard the sounds of fabric rustling and wondered if what he imagined made him even more excited. Did he remove his undershorts?

“Take both hands,
chéri
, and slowly move them down over your ribs and down your flat tummy."

She knew he listened to her ragged breathing as she complied. He told her he was stroking himself while he directed her movements.

“Move your fingers through those little curls. Feel where you're wet? Take your fingers and spread that cream all over.” Lorelei could hear his voice catch on the words.

“Find that place, your clit, where I touched you the other night."

She couldn't help but gasp. This feeling was like a wave coming over her.

“Take your other hand and squeeze your breasts, then put one of your fingers inside you while you rub your clit. Keep rubbing it harder,
chéri
. I'm rubbing myself thinking of your soft hands.” She imagined his hands moving over his own hard body.

“Press harder,
chéri.
"

“Warrick?” her voice was high pitched. “I can't, I don't—Warrick!"

“Aw, baby, that's right,” he groaned. “Come, baby, come on. Feel good for me.” Her high-pitched mewls seemed to trigger his own release, and he groaned her name loudly. “Lorelei,
amour!"

She was breathing deeply and trying to come down from her orgasm. “That was an orgasm, wasn't it?” she asked War.

“Mmmm, oh baby, you're gonna kill me. Yes, sugar, that was an orgasm.” He couldn't seem to help but chuckle at her a little. “Sugar, I can't believe you're so innocent. I want you all for myself."

“There isn't anybody else, Warrick. Only you.” She was feeling very sleepy. Maybe she shouldn't have told him that.

“Not even Renaud?” Why did he still wonder about Renaud?

“Oh no!” she choked. “There's nothing like this between me and Renaud. He's a brother to me."

“I'm sorry,
chéri.
I guess I really already knew that. It's late now. Will you get enough sleep?” he sounded a little embarrassed. Maybe he wished he hadn't mentioned Renaud.

“I'll be okay, Warrick. I hope you get enough sleep, too.” She was half-asleep now.

“
Bonne nuit, mon coeur
. Dream of me,” he whispered in her ear.

“Good night, Warrick.” She hesitated for a minute, and then whispered so low he almost didn't hear her, “Will you dream of me, too?"

“I always dream of you,
ma petit amour
. I'll call tomorrow night. ‘Bye,
chéri.
” When she responded, he put down the phone.

* * * *

War knew beyond any doubt that he was falling in love with his little ballerina. He understood better than many how lack of sleep could intensify things.

Still, her saying that she missed him and asking if he'd dream of her, those were big breakthroughs for his reserved and timid little woman. And the orgasm they'd just shared.
Mon Dieu!
Soon, he would make her his completely. Was this woman ... could this woman be his mate?

He'd have to fight his lupine urges to dominate and control with this lady. He had to remind himself that she was human and so small. She was so innocent. He couldn't believe that no man had tried to get closer to her. He realized that she was reticent and kept her distance from most men.

He'd have to be a bit careful with her. That didn't mean he didn't think she was strong. She had plenty of strength in her. He also knew that their partnership would be sweeter if he made sure she was equal—well, almost equal—he was a man and a werewolf.
He was Alpha, damn it!

He also knew there were things going on with Lorelei and Renaud that he wasn't completely informed about. He'd meant what he said—he
did
believe whatever she said. The problem wasn't in what she said. The problem was what she
didn't
say. The same held true for his nephew. He'd watch, listen, and pay attention so he could get to the bottom of things.

When War called Lorelei the next night, she was in bed asleep. He loved hearing her sleepy voice in his ear. He couldn't wait until he could crawl in that bed with her. If he wasn't so tired himself, he would have talked sexy to her and got her to touch herself again. It was a sign of just how beat he was that he couldn't even stay awake long enough to do that.

He told her he'd be home sometime the next morning but would have to go straight to work. He insisted that he'd drop in on her during the afternoon near the end of his shift. She was so sleepy, he didn't know how much she'd remember.

Chapter 10

When the Sheriff pulled his truck in behind the ballet school, he noticed several familiar cars parked there. His nephew's truck was there, of course. He noticed his sixteen-year-old cousin, Maria's, car. Next to that he saw Alec Fountain's car. Alec was lupine, too. He was Maria's boyfriend and Renaud's best buddy. Looking around, he was surprised to see that Zierra's car was there, too.

Zierra was the young lupine trying to snag Renaud. War had been pretty sure she'd succeeded, but now he wasn't so sure. Zierra was very spoiled, and she had definite ideas about what her boyfriend should do with his life. Mainly, she seemed to think her man should do exactly what she wanted him to do. If that was the case, War thought, she should take a wide walk right past his nephew.

War entered the back hallway of the building and took the stairs two at a time. He found himself on a landing with two doors. One door would take him downstairs to the sidewalk in front of the building. The other door was the ballet school.

He was amazed at how excited he was to be here. He knew he'd be holding Lorelei in his arms very soon. This felt stronger than the first infatuation he'd had as a teen. It was as if he'd never made love to a woman before.

War entered the ballet school and followed the chattering voices. There was a room to the left with cushioned bleachers and a window to look out onto the main studio.

Music could be heard and he could see several tiny bodies swaying back and forth, along with the one body he'd been looking for all his life. That thought was hovering on the edge of his mind.

He'd looked for her all his life.
He took a deep breath.
Lorelei was his mate.

“Oncle War!” or “Sheriff War!” came from several young people as they crowded around him. He grinned at all the young people and did his best to fit in, although none seemed to need his input.

Finally he told them that, of course, he'd come to watch them today. He'd recently run in to Mademoiselle Allemande in town—literally. He winked at Renaud. She had told him they'd all be performing today, so he should come and watch. Now, here he was, at their service. Needless to say, they were quite excited.

He watched as the younger students spilled into the anteroom. Several of the teens made their way into the larger room, undressing as they went. The little magpies that had just finished their lessons were very excited to have such an important audience.

One little girl, Maria's little sister, Anna, was thrilled to stay with her Oncle and watch the big kids. Importantly, she explained what the older kids were doing.

Several teens who were not dance students were there to watch as well. Zierra was one of them. She was flirting with two other boys, but her eyes constantly strayed to Renaud.

Anna explained that this was “free dance” day. Everyone would warm up and then someone would pick a song, and those who wanted to would dance to it. Sometimes Mademoiselle Rory would join in, and sometimes she danced away after a minute.

Sometimes, Anna whispered, sometimes if everyone was lucky, Mademoiselle Rory and Renaud would dance together. Still whispering Anna told Oncle War that she hoped they would today, because Zierra was trying to hurt Renaud's feelings. Anna had such a soft heart.

War held the little girl on his lap and watched as the music started, and three couples danced to the center of the room. The white-clad figure of Lorelei joined them and Mary Chapin Carpenter's voice filled the air singing
Only a Dream
.

The kids were amazing. War watched as they floated by and listened as, for no reason he could discern, they catcalled each other. They stopped when an angry Lorelei glided away from the group.

He was damned impressed, that's for sure. Not only was he impressed with the kids, he was impressed with Lorelei. She floated effortlessly around the room guiding and correcting her students. When she moved to correct a stance or step, she made it look like it was part of the dance.

When some of the kids called out insults over one thing or another, Anna explained that someone had missed a step or failed a jump. He couldn't tell that anyone had made a wrong move. Zierra had practically turned her back to the room.

Soon the music stopped and Alec and Maria entered the small anteroom. They had bottles of water and were sweating profusely. Two other people came in behind them clutching water and towels.

Finally, Alec said, “We wanted to get in here so we could watch this."

War wondered what they were so eager to watch.

One of the other boys got a stunned look on his face and said, “No
way
!"