Because of Low by Abbi Glines Page B

other areas. Throwing a few items to choose from on the bed I grabbed my toiletry bag and headed to the bathroom.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Ten
     
    Marcus
     
    She looked like she’d been dipped in chocolate and damn if I didn’t want a bite. The meal we’d eaten didn’t touch the craving Low had ignited in me with the little number she was wearing tonight. I opened the truck door as she stepped out and didn’t stand back. I wanted to get her down. Letting her body press up against mine while I lowered her was almost good enough to curb my need to touch her. The short silky sundress hugged her chest creating some killer cleavage and a tiny waist. Then it flared out at the hips and floated around her until it stopped mid thigh. All night I’d wondered if I blew hard enough would the dress fly up in back.
    “Thank you,” she whispered staring up at me as her feet touched the ground. I knew this was the part where I let her go and stepped back but I didn’t like that idea. Instead I kept my hands on her waist. The tips of my thumbs barely grazed the underside of her boobs and damn if the way her eyes widened at the innocent touch didn’t make me hot.
    “You remind me of those chocolate covered strawberries we had for dessert,” I admitted. Her cheeks turned a pretty rose shade and a small smile touched her lips.
    “How so?”
    “Well,” I ran my hand up her side being careful not to touch her breast then traced the low neckline of the dress barely grazing the smooth skin just above her cleavage. “This dress is the same color as that chocolate and you look absolutely edible in it.”
    She caught her bottom lip between her teeth reminding me of our kiss earlier.
    “If I kiss you now Low, we’ll never make it inside. I don’t trust myself. And I really want to dance with you,” I whispered taking a step back and moving my hand to her lower back then steering her toward the entrance. I could feel her erratic breathing against my palm.
    Opening the door to the Hurricane Port, I knew Rock and the crew would be here. Jackdown was playing here tonight. I’d debated keeping Low all to myself and going toward Pensacola to go dancing or bringing her here, where my friends were. I decided I wanted them all to know we were out together. I didn’t want any question in anyone’s mind, especially Krit, that she was indeed off limits. We might not be exclusive, yet, but I knew if they all saw her with me that Preston, Krit and even Dewayne would know to back off. Where Cage’s stupid declaration wouldn’t scare them off, loyalty to me would.
    “Do you want to go sit with everyone or would you rather get a table by ourselves,” I asked leaning down to speak in her ear so she could hear me over the noise.
    “Doesn’t matter to me.”
    “It doesn’t matter to me either. I intend to keep you on that dance floor wrapped up in my arms most of the evening so where we sit is pointless.”
    She turned her head causing her lips to almost brush against mine. Her warm breath bathed my mouth and I couldn’t stop myself. I slid my lips against hers licking her bottom lip just the way I’d fantasized about doing when I’d watched her eat the chocolate strawberries. Immediately she opened her mouth to me and her tongue touched mine cautiously until I groaned and pulled her closer up against me. Her mouth was sweeter than anything I’d ever tasted. Kissing had never been something I thought too much about. But Willow’s lips were plump and soft and so damn hot. This time she broke the kiss and took a long deep breath.
    “Wow,” she whispered lifting her eyes from their focus on my thoroughly kissed lips to my eyes. “I want to dance with you too,” she explained grinning. “That’s the only reason I stopped.”
    Mmmm.... her dimples were sweet.
    Unable to keep the extremely pleased look off my face I slipped my hand around her back and pulled her against me as we made our way