taken care of.”
She nearly spewed her beer at the outrageous proclamation even as her senses skipped a beat, along with her heart, at his reference to Rule chasing shadows.
“You’re joking, right?” she laughed incredulously when she managed to swallow the mouthful of beer.
Straightening from her slouched position against the bar, eyes wide, she stared between the two friends.
“He always acts out when Rhys isn’t here to watch after him,” Rule drawled, the lazy amusement in his tone at odds with the sudden spark in his vivid blue eyes.
Was that anger?
Not quite, she decided, but whatever it was had her finely honed instincts instantly wary.
What game were these two playing?
“It’s starting to sound to me as though both of you need a keeper,” she suggested, amused by them, despite her wariness and sudden curiosity about Rule’s supposed search. “Is Rhys due back soon?”
Rhys or Ryan Desalvo, Dane’s friend and sometime bodyguard, was always deflecting attention from the other man. She often wondered if Dane’s habit of watching everyone was the reason why Rhys did it. So his friend could dissect and probe the psyches of those around him.
“Not real soon.” Dane shifted a little closer, his large body crowding her, forcing her to slide to the side, her eyes narrowing up at him.
Despite his rough, blond good looks, emerald eyes and lazy humor, she could always sense his detachment, his overly intent curiosity whenever his attention settled on her.
As it was, now.
“Should I have a few of my enforcers toss his amused ass out the door?” Rule’s lips were at her ear, his voice lazy and wicked, causing an indescribable warmth to slowly infuse her body.
Turning her heat to meet his gaze, she realized only then how close she had moved to him. Too close. Standing between his spread thighs, though he hadn’t taken advantage of the position.
He wasn’t touching her, though he surrounded her almost protectively.
His gaze held her.
Warmth and quiet amusement gleaming there, along with hunger.
A wicked, sensual, confident hunger that had her heart racing faster than before as her breath began to feel tight.
He made her want—
He made her want things she couldn’t have, hunger for things she knew he could never sate.
Never even attempt to fulfill.
She wanted him to touch her. She wanted it even though she knew it would only make the need clawing at her worse.
Dane was saying something, his voice faintly mocking. She ignored him, as did Rule. His gaze was locked with hers, his lips so close to hers, tempting her, drawing her—
...
The scent of her need—it actually outmatched the suspicion and that white-hot flare of curiosity that tinged the air.
Absently Rule ran his tongue over his teeth, just to be certain the glands beneath were still dormant. The scent of her need had his erection throbbing imperatively, his balls so tight with the need to spill his seed that it was nearing agony.
Jade green eyes were wide, filled with so many shadows and barely perceptible fears that he wanted nothing more in that moment than to see pleasure filling them. Hell, that was all he wanted every time he looked into the pretty green spheres and sensed the lust pulling them closer.
Her lips parted, that plump little lower lip feeling the damp caress of her tongue as it ran over it.
He could hear the thump-thump of her heart as it raced between her lush breasts, the curves defined and perfect beneath the snug little red tank top she wore.
That tiny bit of cloth paired with those butt-snug jeans and moccasin boots that laced up the sides of her shapely legs had him all but panting for her.
She made him hotter than he’d been in—hell, harder, hotter than he’d ever been. And now, as she stared up at him, her lips parted, that hunger blazing up at him, he was a second from taking that kiss he’d been longing for.
“Gypsy—”
The faint, barely perceptible buzz of a sat phone vibrating in one
She nearly spewed her beer at the outrageous proclamation even as her senses skipped a beat, along with her heart, at his reference to Rule chasing shadows.
“You’re joking, right?” she laughed incredulously when she managed to swallow the mouthful of beer.
Straightening from her slouched position against the bar, eyes wide, she stared between the two friends.
“He always acts out when Rhys isn’t here to watch after him,” Rule drawled, the lazy amusement in his tone at odds with the sudden spark in his vivid blue eyes.
Was that anger?
Not quite, she decided, but whatever it was had her finely honed instincts instantly wary.
What game were these two playing?
“It’s starting to sound to me as though both of you need a keeper,” she suggested, amused by them, despite her wariness and sudden curiosity about Rule’s supposed search. “Is Rhys due back soon?”
Rhys or Ryan Desalvo, Dane’s friend and sometime bodyguard, was always deflecting attention from the other man. She often wondered if Dane’s habit of watching everyone was the reason why Rhys did it. So his friend could dissect and probe the psyches of those around him.
“Not real soon.” Dane shifted a little closer, his large body crowding her, forcing her to slide to the side, her eyes narrowing up at him.
Despite his rough, blond good looks, emerald eyes and lazy humor, she could always sense his detachment, his overly intent curiosity whenever his attention settled on her.
As it was, now.
“Should I have a few of my enforcers toss his amused ass out the door?” Rule’s lips were at her ear, his voice lazy and wicked, causing an indescribable warmth to slowly infuse her body.
Turning her heat to meet his gaze, she realized only then how close she had moved to him. Too close. Standing between his spread thighs, though he hadn’t taken advantage of the position.
He wasn’t touching her, though he surrounded her almost protectively.
His gaze held her.
Warmth and quiet amusement gleaming there, along with hunger.
A wicked, sensual, confident hunger that had her heart racing faster than before as her breath began to feel tight.
He made her want—
He made her want things she couldn’t have, hunger for things she knew he could never sate.
Never even attempt to fulfill.
She wanted him to touch her. She wanted it even though she knew it would only make the need clawing at her worse.
Dane was saying something, his voice faintly mocking. She ignored him, as did Rule. His gaze was locked with hers, his lips so close to hers, tempting her, drawing her—
...
The scent of her need—it actually outmatched the suspicion and that white-hot flare of curiosity that tinged the air.
Absently Rule ran his tongue over his teeth, just to be certain the glands beneath were still dormant. The scent of her need had his erection throbbing imperatively, his balls so tight with the need to spill his seed that it was nearing agony.
Jade green eyes were wide, filled with so many shadows and barely perceptible fears that he wanted nothing more in that moment than to see pleasure filling them. Hell, that was all he wanted every time he looked into the pretty green spheres and sensed the lust pulling them closer.
Her lips parted, that plump little lower lip feeling the damp caress of her tongue as it ran over it.
He could hear the thump-thump of her heart as it raced between her lush breasts, the curves defined and perfect beneath the snug little red tank top she wore.
That tiny bit of cloth paired with those butt-snug jeans and moccasin boots that laced up the sides of her shapely legs had him all but panting for her.
She made him hotter than he’d been in—hell, harder, hotter than he’d ever been. And now, as she stared up at him, her lips parted, that hunger blazing up at him, he was a second from taking that kiss he’d been longing for.
“Gypsy—”
The faint, barely perceptible buzz of a sat phone vibrating in one
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