sexier than he has any right to. “If I had known that he was the guy, I wouldn’t have let him anywhere near you.” He steps closer to her again, reaching up and stroking the side of her cheek, tucking a strand of auburn hair behind her ear.
Elyse can’t help but lean into his touch. There’s no way of telling her body not to respond to him, not to lose its balance around him. She meets his eyes, all dark and reckless with need, with want. “You can’t beat him up for talking to me.” Elyse feels a smile twitch at her lips at the knowledge that Dane had wanted to do exactly that. It can only mean one thing…that he still cares.
“I saw you were a little shaken when you left his booth. I wanted to explain to him that no one upsets you. Not when I’m around.” Dane’s voice is soft and low, and it makes her stomach do little somersaults. He doesn’t take his eyes off of her, as he strokes her cheek with the pad of his thumb. It takes all of Elyse’s strength not to purr.
“I can take care of myself.” Her voice is husky, filled with need that’s pooling between her thighs.
Dane’s eyes burn, but not with anger. This time it’s something else, something that’s even more dangerous for her. “But you don’t have to.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
In one smooth motion, he leans down and pulls her slightly towards him. She melts against him, as their mouths meet hungrily. Elyse moans against his lips, as the kiss deepens. It’s hot and fierce, and she responds eagerly, kissing him hard, kissing him with all the feelings that she’d been dealing with since their fight. She bites his bottom lip, pulling a guttural groan from deep within his chest. His hands move down her back, settling on her and gently kneading her through her skirt, pulling her closer against his arousal. When they come up for air, both of them are breathing hard, their chests rising and falling in unison.
“You are looking way too sexy right now.” Dane looks at her, his eyes flaring.
“I thought…I thought you didn’t care anymore, that you hated me.” Elyse’s voice comes out small, as she looks up at him from under her lowered lashes. She still can’t quite believe that she’s made it back here, into his arms. She’s waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for him to remember how upset he was with her for betraying him, for lying to him. But she doesn’t see any of that in his eyes.
He shakes his head, covering her lips with his index finger, as if silencing her lips can quiet her racing brain. “Don’t say that; don’t even think it.” He kisses the corner of her mouth, tracing a line down her neck, making her shiver. “I could never hate you.” His words come in-between the kisses, a whisper against her skin. “And I couldn’t stop caring if I tried.”
Dane looks at her intently to make sure that she doesn’t miss his meaning, communicating with his eyes just how much he cares about her. She reaches up on her toes, pulling his head down to hers to kiss him, the heat making the air between them fizzle. His hands are in her hair, sifting through it and massaging her scalp as he deepens the kiss. Elyse thrusts her hips up against his, wanting to feel his hardness against her, the knowledge that she’s the reason he’s so aroused firing her up even more.
“I missed you.” Her words are muffled against his mouth, but she knows that he hears her, as his kiss becomes more urgent. She sucks on his bottom lip, and it’s as if that is enough to make him explode into action.
He runs his fingers along her sides, over her breasts, making them pucker and harden immediately under his touch. Elyse reaches down to yank his t-shirt up, wanting to touch his chest, his hard abs, to feel the muscles underneath her hands. They move apart just long enough for him to shrug his top off and throw it
Elyse can’t help but lean into his touch. There’s no way of telling her body not to respond to him, not to lose its balance around him. She meets his eyes, all dark and reckless with need, with want. “You can’t beat him up for talking to me.” Elyse feels a smile twitch at her lips at the knowledge that Dane had wanted to do exactly that. It can only mean one thing…that he still cares.
“I saw you were a little shaken when you left his booth. I wanted to explain to him that no one upsets you. Not when I’m around.” Dane’s voice is soft and low, and it makes her stomach do little somersaults. He doesn’t take his eyes off of her, as he strokes her cheek with the pad of his thumb. It takes all of Elyse’s strength not to purr.
“I can take care of myself.” Her voice is husky, filled with need that’s pooling between her thighs.
Dane’s eyes burn, but not with anger. This time it’s something else, something that’s even more dangerous for her. “But you don’t have to.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
In one smooth motion, he leans down and pulls her slightly towards him. She melts against him, as their mouths meet hungrily. Elyse moans against his lips, as the kiss deepens. It’s hot and fierce, and she responds eagerly, kissing him hard, kissing him with all the feelings that she’d been dealing with since their fight. She bites his bottom lip, pulling a guttural groan from deep within his chest. His hands move down her back, settling on her and gently kneading her through her skirt, pulling her closer against his arousal. When they come up for air, both of them are breathing hard, their chests rising and falling in unison.
“You are looking way too sexy right now.” Dane looks at her, his eyes flaring.
“I thought…I thought you didn’t care anymore, that you hated me.” Elyse’s voice comes out small, as she looks up at him from under her lowered lashes. She still can’t quite believe that she’s made it back here, into his arms. She’s waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for him to remember how upset he was with her for betraying him, for lying to him. But she doesn’t see any of that in his eyes.
He shakes his head, covering her lips with his index finger, as if silencing her lips can quiet her racing brain. “Don’t say that; don’t even think it.” He kisses the corner of her mouth, tracing a line down her neck, making her shiver. “I could never hate you.” His words come in-between the kisses, a whisper against her skin. “And I couldn’t stop caring if I tried.”
Dane looks at her intently to make sure that she doesn’t miss his meaning, communicating with his eyes just how much he cares about her. She reaches up on her toes, pulling his head down to hers to kiss him, the heat making the air between them fizzle. His hands are in her hair, sifting through it and massaging her scalp as he deepens the kiss. Elyse thrusts her hips up against his, wanting to feel his hardness against her, the knowledge that she’s the reason he’s so aroused firing her up even more.
“I missed you.” Her words are muffled against his mouth, but she knows that he hears her, as his kiss becomes more urgent. She sucks on his bottom lip, and it’s as if that is enough to make him explode into action.
He runs his fingers along her sides, over her breasts, making them pucker and harden immediately under his touch. Elyse reaches down to yank his t-shirt up, wanting to touch his chest, his hard abs, to feel the muscles underneath her hands. They move apart just long enough for him to shrug his top off and throw it
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