The look Wolfe shot Rhys was hot enough to catch the dry grass on fire.I instantly looked away, embarrassed that I'd caught the look passing between the two men.
The song on the radio changed and a couple of guys turned to their girls, grinning.I watched, somewhat jealous that they had someone to dance with.
Not that I wanted to dance, but there were plenty of times I'd wished for someone to look at me the way Travis Walker was looking at his wife.Truth was, I'd never had that.Certainly not with Billy.He preferred spending his time with his boys, leaving me to myself.And based on the way he treated me when we were in public, I had preferred it as well.
I glanced up to see Lynx staring at me.The next thing I knew, my beer bottle disappeared from my hand and the man was leading me out to the open spot where other couples were dancing.
“What’re you doin’?”I asked, trying to pull away from him.“I told you no dancin’.”
Especially not to a slow song like this.
“One dance,” he said softly, tugging me closer.
“Lynx…”
He didn’t force me; instead, his steady gaze settled on my face as he waited.I could feel the eyes of others on us, and I didn’t want to look like a total bitch, so I finally gave in.At least, that was the excuse I was going with.Definitely not the fact that I wanted to get close to him.
I blamed the beer.The one measly beer.
Right.
“Thanks for comin’ tonight,” he whispered softly, staring down at me as he pulled me in close.
I nodded, not sure what to say to that.Hell, I was having difficulty breathing just being this close to him.Forming words was not going to happen.
This man overwhelmed me.He always had, even if I played it off.How well I succeeded was anyone’s guess.But if I was even remotely believable, it damn sure wasn’t easy.
For one, he smelled so good.And perhaps it was because it wasn’t an expensive bottle of cologne that had my mouth practically watering.Billy had always doused himself in that shit and it gave me a headache.Not Lynx.
Add to that his beautiful eyes, his perfectly crooked nose, and chiseled jaw, which had just the right amount of stubble to be sexy and not make him look like a mountain man.Then there were his tattoos and his hands … big, wide fingers.God, I could practically imagine his hands on me.
Shaking off the thought, I cleared my throat, wishing the song would hurry up and end.Chancing a look up, I found Lynx was still watching me, a sexy smirk on his mouth.
“What?”I snapped.
“Nothin’.Nothin’ at all.”
“You know this doesn’t change anything,” I told him.
“Of course not.”
I narrowed my eyes.“Why do you always say that?”
His answer was in the form of a mischievous smirk.
“I’m not one of your playthings, Lynx Caine.”
He leaned in, his mouth close to my ear.“Never that.”
The way he rasped those two words had a shiver dancing down my spine.There wasn’t even a hint of teasing in his tone, which both pissed me off and made me ache.This man confused me in so many ways.I knew him to be a playboy, never with the same woman for any length of time.Yet he seemed to have set his eyes on me, and I had no idea why.
I was nothing special.I couldn’t offer this man anything, so I had no clue why he would even be interested.Perhaps it was because I hadn’t slept with him.If I had, Lynx probably would’ve been long gone by now, moving on to the next girl in line.
I was lost in my thoughts when the song ended, but my self-preservation instincts were obviously on the mark because I instantly pulled back, ready to extricate myself from his arms before I started to actually like this guy.
That was the last damn thing I needed right now.
ChapterSix
