He raises my hand, dragging those firm, masculine lips over my knuckles. Almost making me faint again.
“You want someone six feet under, you just let me know. I’ve got a shovel and I ain’t afraid to use it.”
I laugh. He doesn’t.
If anything he looks at me with more intensity.
“Once upon a time I might have said yes to your offer. But the restraining order seems tobe working.”
Skull goes still. And I’m not talking about sitting-in-church still. This is the way a lion freezes before it pounces on something.
Gripping my face again like he does, he demands, “Who is he?”
I’m so taken by the warm heat of his fingers on my skin I barely register his question.
“Tell me who, Katie.” His voice has transformed into a deep growl.
“No one important.”
Those piercing eyes turn to molten blue daggers.
“Let’s just do the photo shoot,” I tell him before he forces me to hand over a name. “I didn’t get all dressed up for nothing.”
It takes him a moment to pack his fury away, then he nods. “You wanna pose for photos, then let’s do it.”
I glance past his massive shoulders. “She’s got some kind of picnic…”
“Let’s go see if she’s got any more beer. God knows I need something cold to drink.”
I’m scooped off the picnic table. My legs automatically lock around his waist and for a second he doesn’t move as our bodies settle against one another. Soft against hard.
“Fuck woman. Not only are you smoking in this little dress, you feel like my ruin.”
I’m thinking the same.
Because when this photo shoot is over… I think I’m going to ask Skull to help me. And based on the proverbial baseball bat in his pants, I think he’s more than up for the job.
Making a rough sound, he shakes his head and strides toward the picnic scene. I bury my nose in his neck because I know people are staring.
And maybe because it feels good too.
Anna looks stunned when we arrive. “Oh!” She exclaims lifting her camera. Taking a close-up shot of my face.
Skull growls at her.
Realizing her life is in danger, she leaps back. “Um. Okay. I was thinking?—”
Whatever she was going to say dies on her lips when Skull drops to his knees and takes me to the ground, settling that heavy body right between my legs. Flattening me below him.
Oh my god.
“I was thinking about this,” he rumbles in a smoky voice as he stares into my eyes. “And this…”
His gigantic left hand grips my hair tilting my neck back.
His breathing—slow and deep—sends puffs of air along my skin, making my heart stutter and gallop.
The camera clicks like a hummingbird’s wings but I can’t bother with a care as Skull leans closer.
