Page 27 of Cold Foot Revenge
She rolled her hips toward him on instinct, and he moved to the other side of her neck, to her other collar bone and sucked there. And then he did something that had her body going crazy for her. He grazed his teeth there. Gently, but she felt his canines.
Oh, human, human, playing with fire.
Playing with the idea of claiming marks.
He moved back up to her throat and kissed his way up her jaw to her lips and then consumed her once again.
I have to stop existing.She’d said those words aloud to him, and he’d hugged her until she’d felt better, and what a powerful creature Dylan was. What a powerful creature that he could hear her say those words and then kiss her and give her that freedom. Here in his arms, tasting him, none of the bad existed.
“Number,” he rumbled as he eased away, pulling his phone from his back pocket.
Lips throbbing, she took his offered phone and typed her number into it and saved it under the name Wolf Mask.
She wasn’t shaking as she sank back down into the driver’s seat of her car. She wasn’t angry. A soft buzz was humming through her body, like she’d had a couple drinks, but really, she was just tipsy on Dylan and the way he’d touched her body.
That man was something else. Something she had never known. He was a lighthouse for ships lost at sea. He was smart, and honest, and considerate, and most of all…most of all…she’d seen it…he was protective.
He leaned against his truck and watched her as she drove off.
Twice she looked in the rearview and he was still just standing there, watching her go.
A strange sensation filled her middle. She didn’t want to leave. The farther away she got from him, the more alone shefelt. It was an uncomfortable pressure in her chest as she lost sight of him completely.
Forcing herself to focus on the task ahead, Roxy drove straight to the Rabbit Hole.
Nothing had changed for her.
Nothing except for everything.
Chapter Seven
“There she is,” Gary Roberts called as she made her way in through the back entrance.
“Gary, how many times have I told you,” she said, startled. “You can’t wait for me back here. I’ll be out when my shift starts.”
Her old regular was missing a bunch of teeth and smelled like straight whiskey tonight as he rested his arm on the dressing room door and told her, “I waited for you last night.”
“It was my day off,” she said, brushing past him.
He followed her right in, but none of the other dancers in there even reacted. Guys came in here all the time.
“I’ll be out in a little bit,” she said, trying to block his view of Kristy, who was completely naked putting on her make-up.
“Oh, come on, honey. What your wearing is fine. I’ve been waiting two days for a private dance.”
“She said fuck off, Gary,” Lucky called out in a gritty voice. She was the momma hen of the dancers. She looked seventy-five but really, she was only fifty-five or so.
“Oh, go on then, Lucky. No one here’s tryin’ to see you.”
Lucky shoved him right out of the room. “You can wait until she’s on shift like every other eager pecker in here.”
“I ain’t no eager pecker,” he yelled as the door closed behind he and Lucky.
That momma bear was probably driving him directly into his normal seat front row on stage number three.
Roxy exhaled a steadying sigh and closed her eyes, counted to three, and then turned for her seat at the mirror.
“You okay?” Kristy asked.
