“Maybe it’s the fact that I don’t need a partner in this? Why would I need to bring you along? I could just get a prospect or two to look into this,” I strong arm her. Most cases I don’t need a partner in this, I trust my brothers more than anything. Could I learn to trust her not to be reckless or quick to act?
I know what happens to my partners when they get in over their heads. I don’t need her to be another one.
It’s a flip of a switch. Her eyes went from being bashful and doe-like to a quick sultry, darkening look. “Because you want something in the end, and if you want to be in my good graces, you don’t want to make it harder for yourself.” Her finger trails along my cut, her face coming closer. Her lips ghost over mine.
Temptation in purple.
I take a breath, hands roaming around her back, creeping to her scalp. I fist her hair, pulling her head back, those damn intoxicating green eyes hypnotize me. She lets out a small gasp. “Angel, if I want something, I don’t need your good graces. I take what I want.”
“Then take it. Better yet earn the chance to,” she counters.
Earn my chance to? She’s not making it easier on me. She’s a little devil in disguise when she has her mind to it.
Her eyes study me, waiting for an answer. “I’ll reconsider if you pay up your favor.” I say.
I didn’t forget that she owes me a favor. She wants something, so do I. She wants me to earn “my chance” to take what I want, not a problem.
“I’m not sucking your dick.” She shoots off.
I curl a smile, “Maybe not yet. But I like how your mind works.”
“The after hours art session was a one time thing.” Her lies are too pretty.
“I think we both know, that’s not true,” I fire back. My hands release her hair, but her head remains in place.
“What do you want?” She hisses back. There’s that fire again.
“I’m taking you on a date.” I say, rendering her silent.
She cocks her head, “I’m sorry grumpy says what now?”
I lean down to her ear, and repeat what I said. “I’m taking you on a date.” I pull away, still close enough to kiss her, claim her. I pepper her collarbone, working my way up to her neck. “Say yes, Charlotte.”
Her breathing hitches, uneven. Her heartbeat races, her pulse right under my lips. She wants to say yes, but she’s scared. I don’t blame her, the devil or a wolf can devour anything.
I hear a breathless moan escape her lips. She’s close to giving in. She could stop me, but she doesn’t. She fists my cut, pulling me closer.That’s my girl, give in to me.
“Keola,” she begs.
“Say yes,” I told her again.
“Yes,” it's barely a whisper, but it’s an answer.
“Say it again,” I inch closer to her chin, nipping away, giving her a taste of what is to come.
There’s a slight growl rising in her throat, “Damn it Keola, I said yes.”
I capture her lips, taking every ounce from her. She doesn’t let go of my cut, it’s still fisted in her hands. Tangling my tongue, she moans into my kiss.
I’ll let my angel girl fly, but I wasn’t going to risk losing her.
Not even I feel like she’s captured so much more than my dick. She is unlike anyone I have seen or known. She’s passionate, ambitious, determined, and even brave. Yet, when I say all the naughty things, she’s bashful and clumsy. The many times she has run into a door or tripped over her feet is damn near adorable.
I’m keeping her, even though she's compulsive and stubborn.
I let the kiss linger before pulling back, her eyes are heavy, fighting to open. I push a bit of her hair behind her ear. “That’s my girl.”
I render her silent, she just looks at me, waiting. “I have a few things to do, but when your aunt comes into town, you’re mine.”
