Page 41 of Dealing Dirty
“Hold still!”
She takes a fistful of his Wranglers and shreds holes over the thighs and knees.
“Are you pouting?” I ask him, covering a laugh.
“These were my favorite jeans.”
Hazel tosses the box cutter to the side, swipes her hands together, and then turns to me. “Your turn, woman.”
She drags me behind a row of lockers, and I strip to don her leather pants, shirt, and matching black jacket. I hand her my outfit and flick a wary glance to the white tank top she’s given me. Thankfully, her clothes have some give, because my ass and boobs are nearly busting out of them.
“It’s a good thing we’re close to the same size.” She grins before giving my ass a little love tap.
“Speak for yourself,” I huff. “These seams are screamin’.”
She rubs a little black eyeshadow over my eyelids and dabs a darker shade of lipstick onto my lips. “Perfect.”
“Glad I’ve got the Hazel stamp of approval.”
She winks, following me back around the lockers to where Derrick waits.
His pupils dilate with desire when his eyes land on my dark lips. The light caress of his gaze between my breasts and down to the curve of my waist has my blood pumping. His earlier request to leave my mark around him whispers its way between us, making me ache.
“We should probably get going,” I say, breaking our trance.
Butterflies tease my belly as we walk out to the parking lot. Jack and Cassidy left long ago, and I was given strict orders to call her once we get home.
Hazel wishes us luck one last time before sliding into Cooper’s car and peeling out of the parking lot.
“We look ridiculous.” Derrick frowns, but there’s a hint of something playful in his voice.
I elbow his side. “No. We look hot.”
He presses the remote start button on his truck keys, and I jerk when it rumbles to life. Exhaust is thick in the air, stinging my nose. “Sorry. I guess I’m a little jumpy.”
The taillights on either side of the truck bed flood his face with a bright red glow, accentuating his sharp jaw and the faint smudges Hazel placed under his lower lids.
He places a lone finger beneath my chin, and the air between us crackles. As his eyes scour mine, I wonder if he sees how much I regret making that stupid kissing rule. I want to yank him against me and feel the spread of his lips as he consumes mine. To feel his tongue, hot and warm against my own as we compete for dominance.
The Derrick I had pinned to the wall in Jack’s office was caught off guard by my confidence, but the near painful way he gripped my hair as I slid my mouth over him had me questioning how much he was truly holding back.
What will this lion do to me when I push him to the edge?
My teeth rake my bottom lip at the mere thought of him unleashing himself. When his eyes snag on the spot, he swipes his thumb down my chin to pull it loose. “I have every intention of paying you back for what you did to me.”
Anticipation makes my voice tight. “Are you going to punish me?”
A predatory smile tips the corner of his mouth.
“There will be plenty of torture.” He brings those sweet, full lips down to the edge of my mouth and presses a teasing kiss there. “I assure you.”
Chapter Twelve
Juliana
Derrick’s sensual promise warms my belly in the cold night. The moon shines brightly over the old drive-in, and I shiver inside my borrowed jacket. This place hasn’t been in operation since the late ’90s, but I’ve always been curious why the mayor decided not to revamp it.
“I don’t like this spooky shit,” I whisper as we exit the vehicle.
