Page 28 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

I narrow my eyes at him. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Michael pauses halfway out of the car but then leans back toward me. His fingers slide beneath my chin, lifting it just enough that I’m forced to meet his eyes.

“Oh, Doll,” he says quietly. “I’m absolutely going to tell you what to do.”

My brain’s immediate response is, Yes, sir.

Oh my God.

Chapter 10

Katie

Ido as Michael says and wait for him to open my door. He holds out his hand, and I take it.

Instead of easing me out of the car, he hauls me straight into him. My chest collides with his, and his hand settles on my waist. Instantly my brain remembers every cowboy novel I’ve ever read.

This is the moment the mustached rancher stops being polite and turns into a porn star in about point-three seconds. And Michael Amato has a mustache.

“Easy there, Doll,” he says as his fingers dig into my waist.

“What are you going to do now?” I whisper.

The corner of his mouth lifts, and he kisses me again.

My arms go around his neck, and before I can process what’s happening, his hands grip my hips, and he lifts me straight off the ground. My legs lock around his waist and his hands slide down to my ass, holding me firmly against him.

He starts walking.

I pull back, startled. “Michael—“

“No, you don’t.”

One hand slides to the back of my neck, and he pulls my mouth back to his before the rest of the sentence ever makes it out. Without slowing down, he reaches behind me and starts digging through my purse.

The logical part of my brain says I should stop him. The rest of me is too busy kissing him. A moment later I hear the faint jingle of keys. I lift my head long enough to breathe.

“It’s the silver one,” I say, my voice a little unsteady.

He glances at me and smiles as he climbs the porch steps, still holding me easily against him. My heart is beating so fast I’m not entirely sure if it’s from the kissing or the fact that he hasn’t put me down once.

I watch, half stunned, as he unlocks my front door with one hand. The door swings open and he carries me inside without breaking stride. A second later the door shuts behind us, and I hear the solid slide of the deadbolt locking into place.

“Which way to your bedroom?”

I stiffen against him.

“Katie?”

My courage evaporates instantly. I bury my face in the warm curve of his neck, hiding there like a coward. He carries me to the couch instead and sits me down gently. I drop my gaze to the floor. There is absolutely no way I’m looking at him right now. This is so embarrassing.

He kneels in front of me and lifts my chin.

“What?”

“We could sleep,” he says. “Or I could go home if you want me to.”

“No!”