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Stubbing out his cigar, slowly unwinding his long, muscular limbs, he stood. “I’m not worth it,” he said softly, the sound of the crashing surf making it difficult to hear. “I get bored easily.” He moved close enough to touch her, but didn’t. “I have a temper and I don’t like to share my toys.” Stepping around so that he stood behind her, he ran his fingers along her spine to the dip at the bottom of her back. “I’ve discovered when it comes to you, I have a nasty jealous streak.”
“Are you trying to scare me away?”
“I’m telling you the truth about me.” His hand fa
“If it isn’t rough, it isn’t fun,” she threw back, shocked at her words, but imagining rough sex with this man heated her blood.
The sound of a deep primal growl as it rumbled from his chest to his throat sent gooseflesh scattering across her body.
“I’d kill any man who put his hands on you without your permission.” His hand slid around to her waist and splayed down her belly to rest on her mound. “And I would never give permission for another man to touch you.”
Izzy swallowed hard, highly aroused and for the first time afraid. Not that he would hurt her, but of his dominant nature.
He slid his hand up her belly, across her breasts to her throat, and up to her jaw. He pulled her back, bowing her back until she could see the heat in his blazing eyes. “Don’t think for one minute, Isadora, that I would force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Okay.”
“But expect me to push you to your limits.”
She shivered hard.
He nipped her neck and stood back. Twirling her around, he took her hand and pulled her toward the door. “Let’s eat.”
Chapter Thirteen
With Pink’s hand beneath his on the gearshift, Fly
The tension was twofold. He was white-hot for the body sitting less than a foot from him. He was hornier than a teenager in a whorehouse. He’d always had a healthy libido, but with Pink it was on steroids. The other half of his tension sprung from the need to prepare for the final conflict that was coming. One of them was going to get hurt by the freight train barreling straight for them. Badly.
He knew they were destined to a showdown over his issue with her job at the club. While she wasn’t up on the pole, she was on the floor three nights a week, wearing a scrap of material that barely covered her nipples, ass and pussy. She heightened the look with that belly button ring, the thin gold chain she wore around her waist and those fuck me heels.
How was he supposed to feel knowing each time she stepped into that place guys would be grab-assing her? What if Andre insisted she perform another lap dance? As determined, as Fly
The thought of hurting her ate at him. He wasn’t a dick. He’d never intentionally hurt her, but he couldn’t pretend her job didn’t bother him because it went beyond bothering him. It infuriated him. Damn if she didn’t intrigue him more.
She did something to him and he wasn’t going to let it go because of what she did for a living, regardless of why. Not yet. He’d kept the darker side of his sexual nature under control. He’d watched what out-of-control lust had done to his parents’ marriage. What it was doing to his brother’s and his sister’s. Fly
Pink was no Barbie doll. Fly
With Pink he wanted to explore his sexual depths. He knew she’d be game, too. As inexperienced as she was, she had the same deep passionate streak in her that he had. Whatever they had went beyond sex. He didn’t have to touch her to feel their co
His hands tightened on the steering wheel and on her hand. That feeling of being flattened by a freight train gripped him again.
“You’re hurting me,” she said softly.
Immediately he let up the pressure on her hand. “I’m sorry, I zoned out for a minute.”
“Your entire body’s tense. What were you thinking about?”
He didn’t want to ruin the quiet mood they’d fallen into. He wanted to enjoy a nice di
“I was just thinking about a case I was working on.”
“You’re a lousy liar. But if you’re telling the truth, then I feel like chopped liver.”
He laughed. “Chopped liver?”
“I thought what happened an hour ago on the balcony was pretty amazing, and if you’re thinking about an old case, then maybe I wasn’t as amazing as I thought I was.”
Fly
“Then why didn’t we order room service?”
He squeezed her hand and groaned. “You’re killing me, woman.”
Smiling slyly, she purred, “I’ve never licked a meal off a man’s belly before.”
“Do you want me to turn around? Because I will.”
She laughed and sat back into the comfortable leather seat. “No, let’s go mingle with the less sexed and play footsie under the table and drink.”
“You can drink champagne, I’m driving.”
“I’ve never had champagne.”
“Tonight you will.”
Just a few minutes later they pulled up to a Peruvian restaurant he’d been to a few times and thought Pink would enjoy. The food was good, the place clean, and they had great beach patio dining.
As Fly
Giggling, she fell deeper into him. He loved the way she felt, the way she let down her guard with him. She made loosening up easy. “Do you want me to lie or tell the truth?”
“Truth.”
She stood up on her toes and whispered loudly, “No panties.”
His hand dropped to her butt cheek and he smacked her. “You are a very bad girl, Pink.” He grabbed her ass and brushed his lips against hers. “I’m going to have to think of a suitable punishment for that.”
“I can think of a few.”
“Let’s discuss over di
Once they were settled at an outdoor table beneath a heater with clear wind barriers around them, Fly
“I thought you weren’t going to drink?”
“I can’t have you toast alone.”
When the glasses were poured, Fly
“To us,” she said softly, clinked her glass against his, and took a sip. He watched her nose crinkle as the bubbles tickled her. Her face lit up with a dazzling smile that tightened his insides. Damn she was beautiful. Her pink lips pressed against the rim of the crystal glass and he watched the golden liquid pour against her equally pink tongue. His dick swelled. Did she have any clue at all what she did to him?