Page 19 of Twisted Lies 4
He stared at me like a cat playing with a mouse. “Let me get you another.”
My heart jumped in panic. “No, not interested,” I hastened to say. “Look…” I arched a brow, waiting for his name.
He arched a brow right back.
“Okay…so you buy me a drink but refuse to give me your name?”
He stepped closer. He was so close I could smell the tantalizing fragrance notes of sandalwood, cedar, and rich amber from the cologne he wore. His hand lightly touched my hip, like he was branding me as his possession. I should have moved away, but frankly, I couldn’t. My mind was telling me to get my shit together, but my body rebelled and became even more aroused.
“My name is meaningless since you’re too afraid to explore anything beyond this drink.” As he leaned over, his lips deliberately brushed my lobe while he whispered in my ear, “Such a shame. I was just starting to have fun.”
He pulled back and gave me a sly, dark stare that licked my skin, setting me afire. His arrogance should have been irritating, but all I could think was,How would his callused fingers feel on my bare skin?Curiosity added to my inner struggle.
“So I guess that makes you the big, bad wolf in this club,” I stated flatly.
He shrugged. “No, I’m just a man who recognizes a woman who’s bored with men dropping at her knees.” He cocked his head. “Your mind and body crave a challenge. You want to know what it would feel like to drop to your knees before a man.” He raised his eyebrow. “Do you want to take a walk on the wild side, darling?”
Mesmerized, I watched his hand reach out.
His callused finger slid across my cheek. “Do you want to play with the big, bad wolf?”
My eyelids fluttered at his words. I could almost imagine myself kneeling between his thighs with his huge hands wrapped around the back of my head. I swallowed hard, snapping back from the edge of insanity. This man was definitely a do-not-touch situation. Pulling away, I was determined to put some distance between us.
“I’m not interested.” The words tumbled out of my mouth.
He stroked his index finger over my bottom lip. “There is no strength in denial, darling.”
My mouth fell open, and then my tongue flicked over the pad of his finger, tasting a hint of scotch and cigar.
“Good girl,” he said lazily, watching me with a heavy-lidded gaze.
Fear spiked.Sweet Jesus, this man makes me want to lower myself at his feet.
That would defy everything I was—strong, powerful, and in charge. I snapped my head back, and my lips snapped shut, but he caught me firmly by the jaw.
“Calm yourself. Don’t run from what your mind and body know you need.” He clamped his fingers onto my chin, gently stroking as if he were calming a baby. The peacefulness of his touch contradicted the iciness in his eyes.
My thoughts spiraled. I cleared my throat and swallowed hard. “Get your hand off my face.”
It annoyed me that he touched me so casually, so possessively. There was no asking for fucking permission. He acted like I actually belonged to him.
His slightly mocking smile returned, and he dropped his hand from my face. I knew he’d let go because he wanted to, not because I’d demanded. This man was like no man I’d ever encountered. He brought out a submissive side I hadn’t been aware I had, but I had no intention of ever exploring. I needed to leave. Playtime was over, and I was grabbing my toys and going home—alone.
“Well, this was entertaining, but I’ll pass on the bullshit you’re shoveling.”
He took my hand with a domineering gleam in his eyes. My breath caught as I felt the slide of warm liquid between my thighs.
“I’ll see you again, darling.” He caressed my palm with his fingers, revving the scorching connection between our bodies.
My clit throbbed with greediness. His mesmerizing touch stoked the flames of awareness, holding me captive. The dark, sensual promise in his eyes chilled me to the bone. He was trouble with a capital T.
I blinked, snatching my hand back. “Don’t count on it.”
I stepped around him, and I could feel his eyes everywhere on my body as I eased my way through the crowd. My hands were trembling as if I were a junkie who needed a fix and mystery man was my heroin. By the time I made it out of the club, I was kicking myself for getting sucked in by his games.
What a total waste of damn time.
Pulling out my cell, I dialed Tabitha. “Hey, Tabi! Where the hell are you?”
