view,
pushing a dancing kid out of the way and ignoring his protest. He stepped in front
of her and, in an instant, she recognized the piercing gray eyes, the long
ridge of his nose, the hard line of his slightly stubble jaw.
“Oh, hell,” she whispered, glad she had
put down her empty hurricane glass ’cause she would have dropped it just then.
Brayden came into full view, his tall body hard. Angry tension radiated off him
in waves. Others seemed to recognize it too, because they subconsciously moved
away, parting around them in a circle.
“What the fuck do you think you’re
doing?”
Her heart pounded hard and way too fast.
He cussed. Brayden didn’t cuss. Except he had twice now with her, and each time
it made her a whole lot scared and a whole lot more excited.
“Dancing.” She knew her answer came out
as a whisper, but his vampiric hearing picked it up easily because he stepped
closer, his teeth actually clenched and bared.
“You’re coming home with me.” He moved
to grab her arm but she stepped back, bumping into some dancers. She mumbled an
apology and shot him a dirty look.
“No, I’m not. I just got here.”
His lips closed and his eyes seemed to
get angrier, his entire body harder. God, why did that excite her?
“You’ve been gone for over an hour.”
A new song came over the loud speakers
and the rhythm spoke to her on some primal level. Her body started swaying,
dipping a little. She had to keep her moves, or what she had of them, under
wraps because she had a feeling he wouldn’t like seeing her having fun.
“Feels like longer than that.” No wonder
people came to dark, wicked places like this, dancing with strangers, drinking
and relaxing in a way that otherwise seemed impossible.
He stepped forward and grabbed her
wrist. Her whole chest suddenly felt heavy and hard to breathe as he yanked her
forward. She knew what he was trying to do. He was going to drag her out of the
club and take her to his boring, perfectly clean house. She wasn’t going to let
him do it. Because of him, Joseph knew she was with him, or at least in
Chicago. Because of him, what little she’d worked toward was ruined. Because of
him, she’d set forth her little goals and began carrying them out. That one she
could actually applaud him for, because otherwise she wouldn’t be here right
now feeling loose and out of control.
She let him tug her wrist and went
falling forward into his chest. He tried to tug her with him, but she
maneuvered just right so her palms landed against the warm soft cotton of his T-shirt.
God, he looked fucking good . Like hot damn good in that tee. It was a
normal white crew neck with a pocket on the front. Looked like a five dollar
shirt from a discount store or a Walmart, but on him, she wanted to rip it
apart from the collar down and lick her way down his chest.
“Now is not the time to fuck around with
the mood I’m in. Do you hear me? We’re getting the hell out of here.”
Three curse words now and her knees went
weak. Her fingers dug into his chest and all kinds of hot sensations blew up
inside her. She went wet, her breasts heavy. He was so hard, had strength and
muscles in places she didn’t, that she really wanted to learn about...with her
fingers and tongue.
“Dance with me,” she whispered, her
voice ragged with untapped need.
His body turned even harder beneath her
fingertips. His eyes bore into hers, a whole lot angry, and a little something
else. God, she wanted that something else to be what was making her want to
wrap every inch of her body around him right now until they were fused
together.
“No, Vanessa. Now I’m warning you, I’m
about ten seconds from picking your little ass up and carrying you out of
here.”
A fourth curse word from his
oh-so-controlled mouth. That definitely made her heart skip a beat. “Why do you
care?” she asked.
His eyes narrowed and his jaw bulged. “You’re
under my protection and you snuck out of my house and
pushing a dancing kid out of the way and ignoring his protest. He stepped in front
of her and, in an instant, she recognized the piercing gray eyes, the long
ridge of his nose, the hard line of his slightly stubble jaw.
“Oh, hell,” she whispered, glad she had
put down her empty hurricane glass ’cause she would have dropped it just then.
Brayden came into full view, his tall body hard. Angry tension radiated off him
in waves. Others seemed to recognize it too, because they subconsciously moved
away, parting around them in a circle.
“What the fuck do you think you’re
doing?”
Her heart pounded hard and way too fast.
He cussed. Brayden didn’t cuss. Except he had twice now with her, and each time
it made her a whole lot scared and a whole lot more excited.
“Dancing.” She knew her answer came out
as a whisper, but his vampiric hearing picked it up easily because he stepped
closer, his teeth actually clenched and bared.
“You’re coming home with me.” He moved
to grab her arm but she stepped back, bumping into some dancers. She mumbled an
apology and shot him a dirty look.
“No, I’m not. I just got here.”
His lips closed and his eyes seemed to
get angrier, his entire body harder. God, why did that excite her?
“You’ve been gone for over an hour.”
A new song came over the loud speakers
and the rhythm spoke to her on some primal level. Her body started swaying,
dipping a little. She had to keep her moves, or what she had of them, under
wraps because she had a feeling he wouldn’t like seeing her having fun.
“Feels like longer than that.” No wonder
people came to dark, wicked places like this, dancing with strangers, drinking
and relaxing in a way that otherwise seemed impossible.
He stepped forward and grabbed her
wrist. Her whole chest suddenly felt heavy and hard to breathe as he yanked her
forward. She knew what he was trying to do. He was going to drag her out of the
club and take her to his boring, perfectly clean house. She wasn’t going to let
him do it. Because of him, Joseph knew she was with him, or at least in
Chicago. Because of him, what little she’d worked toward was ruined. Because of
him, she’d set forth her little goals and began carrying them out. That one she
could actually applaud him for, because otherwise she wouldn’t be here right
now feeling loose and out of control.
She let him tug her wrist and went
falling forward into his chest. He tried to tug her with him, but she
maneuvered just right so her palms landed against the warm soft cotton of his T-shirt.
God, he looked fucking good . Like hot damn good in that tee. It was a
normal white crew neck with a pocket on the front. Looked like a five dollar
shirt from a discount store or a Walmart, but on him, she wanted to rip it
apart from the collar down and lick her way down his chest.
“Now is not the time to fuck around with
the mood I’m in. Do you hear me? We’re getting the hell out of here.”
Three curse words now and her knees went
weak. Her fingers dug into his chest and all kinds of hot sensations blew up
inside her. She went wet, her breasts heavy. He was so hard, had strength and
muscles in places she didn’t, that she really wanted to learn about...with her
fingers and tongue.
“Dance with me,” she whispered, her
voice ragged with untapped need.
His body turned even harder beneath her
fingertips. His eyes bore into hers, a whole lot angry, and a little something
else. God, she wanted that something else to be what was making her want to
wrap every inch of her body around him right now until they were fused
together.
“No, Vanessa. Now I’m warning you, I’m
about ten seconds from picking your little ass up and carrying you out of
here.”
A fourth curse word from his
oh-so-controlled mouth. That definitely made her heart skip a beat. “Why do you
care?” she asked.
His eyes narrowed and his jaw bulged. “You’re
under my protection and you snuck out of my house and
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