off?”
“Well, duh.” She turned and set his plate on the table. “Look, I know your type, Stone. You’re arrogant. You think your money will get you anything. Breaking the rules is second nature, and you think you’re above what all the regular folk have to deal with on a daily basis. I’m sorry. I’m not into that.”
Despite his rising irritation that she was stereotyping him, lumping him in a negative way with all others who had money, he couldn’t help noting how the fear she’d displayed a moment ago because of how he affected her had disappeared. Now, she seemed unmoved by his nearness. The tiny beautiful woman looked like she was confident she could take him. He had to admire that spirit, but she would not dismiss him so easily.
“You’re aware that you’re stereotyping, aren’t you? Of all people I’d think—”
She smirked. “Now who is stereotyping? What do you mean by ‘of all people’?” She laughed at his grunt of frustration. Her eyes sparked with her amusement, drawing him in like a bee to honey. The woman had abilities she couldn’t be aware of for capturing and holding a man at her side. Her chin came up, and her eyes challenged him. “A man like you would deny that you fit the mold, but baby, I’ve already seen the arrogance rolling off you in waves. I’m surprised you noticed me in the club that night. Then again, the high and mighty always did come down off the hill to meet those base desires.” She waved her hand. “I just don’t date guys like you.”
Stone’s eyebrows shot up. He eyed her for a few minutes and then took two steps that closed the gap between them. Ignoring the plate she’d placed on the table, he crowded her, allowing the heat from their bodies to mingle. While he didn’t break eye contact, her confidence began to waver, and her bottom lip made its way in between her teeth. Lust slaked over him, a desire to nibble at that cute little mouth of hers.
Knowing that he’d just snatched away the control she’d displayed, he cut the space between them again. The caress he ran along her chin before raising it left her almost shaking. He absorbed her movements it seemed with every fiber of his being, loving it and craving more.
“You don’t have to worry, my little flower,” he teased. “I’m not looking to date you. There’s just one thing I want, and one thing only.”
He shifted his focus to his thumb which he moved to one protruding nipple and grazed it. Tielle’s mouth fell open, and her eyelids fluttered like she tried to resist closing her eyes. She attempted to move away from him, but he stilled her with one hand.
“I…um…” She swallowed and tried again. “I don’t do this so soon. A few dates…”
“No.” He swept an arm about her waist and drew her up to him onto her toes. Her head fell back, and he used the opportunity to kiss along her throat. Teasing the soft skin with the tip of his tongue, he luxuriated in her flavor—sweet yet salty. With each breath, her breasts rose and fell along his chest, driving him insane. One swift movement had her dress around her waist, and Stone threaded fingers into the back of her panties. The curve of her ass made him swear. “You know what I want, Tielle. Will you give it to me?”
Almost he resorted to the dragon’s song, but he resisted. He’d never used that to convince a woman to open her legs to him, and he wouldn’t start now.
“Oh, hell yes,” she blurted. “I can’t wait any longer.”
Chapter Eight
Noah reclined in his car across the street from the woman named Tielle’s house. He’d followed his cousin here. Unlike Stone, Noah decided to drive something a little less eye-catching for his surveillance for the night. Although as Stone took turns from one street to the next, Noah couldn’t help thinking how much better he would have done it, how much faster he would drive even on residential streets if he was behind the wheel. Of course, money was not an object
“Well, duh.” She turned and set his plate on the table. “Look, I know your type, Stone. You’re arrogant. You think your money will get you anything. Breaking the rules is second nature, and you think you’re above what all the regular folk have to deal with on a daily basis. I’m sorry. I’m not into that.”
Despite his rising irritation that she was stereotyping him, lumping him in a negative way with all others who had money, he couldn’t help noting how the fear she’d displayed a moment ago because of how he affected her had disappeared. Now, she seemed unmoved by his nearness. The tiny beautiful woman looked like she was confident she could take him. He had to admire that spirit, but she would not dismiss him so easily.
“You’re aware that you’re stereotyping, aren’t you? Of all people I’d think—”
She smirked. “Now who is stereotyping? What do you mean by ‘of all people’?” She laughed at his grunt of frustration. Her eyes sparked with her amusement, drawing him in like a bee to honey. The woman had abilities she couldn’t be aware of for capturing and holding a man at her side. Her chin came up, and her eyes challenged him. “A man like you would deny that you fit the mold, but baby, I’ve already seen the arrogance rolling off you in waves. I’m surprised you noticed me in the club that night. Then again, the high and mighty always did come down off the hill to meet those base desires.” She waved her hand. “I just don’t date guys like you.”
Stone’s eyebrows shot up. He eyed her for a few minutes and then took two steps that closed the gap between them. Ignoring the plate she’d placed on the table, he crowded her, allowing the heat from their bodies to mingle. While he didn’t break eye contact, her confidence began to waver, and her bottom lip made its way in between her teeth. Lust slaked over him, a desire to nibble at that cute little mouth of hers.
Knowing that he’d just snatched away the control she’d displayed, he cut the space between them again. The caress he ran along her chin before raising it left her almost shaking. He absorbed her movements it seemed with every fiber of his being, loving it and craving more.
“You don’t have to worry, my little flower,” he teased. “I’m not looking to date you. There’s just one thing I want, and one thing only.”
He shifted his focus to his thumb which he moved to one protruding nipple and grazed it. Tielle’s mouth fell open, and her eyelids fluttered like she tried to resist closing her eyes. She attempted to move away from him, but he stilled her with one hand.
“I…um…” She swallowed and tried again. “I don’t do this so soon. A few dates…”
“No.” He swept an arm about her waist and drew her up to him onto her toes. Her head fell back, and he used the opportunity to kiss along her throat. Teasing the soft skin with the tip of his tongue, he luxuriated in her flavor—sweet yet salty. With each breath, her breasts rose and fell along his chest, driving him insane. One swift movement had her dress around her waist, and Stone threaded fingers into the back of her panties. The curve of her ass made him swear. “You know what I want, Tielle. Will you give it to me?”
Almost he resorted to the dragon’s song, but he resisted. He’d never used that to convince a woman to open her legs to him, and he wouldn’t start now.
“Oh, hell yes,” she blurted. “I can’t wait any longer.”
Chapter Eight
Noah reclined in his car across the street from the woman named Tielle’s house. He’d followed his cousin here. Unlike Stone, Noah decided to drive something a little less eye-catching for his surveillance for the night. Although as Stone took turns from one street to the next, Noah couldn’t help thinking how much better he would have done it, how much faster he would drive even on residential streets if he was behind the wheel. Of course, money was not an object
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