Page 5 of Daring the Bad Boy

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Page 5 of Daring the Bad Boy

Damn, that mouth was killing him.

“Do you absolutely promise not to have me arrested?” she said.

“I swear.” He crossed a finger over the sticky patch on his chest. “Now quit stalling and let’s have it.”

“All right, but remember you asked for it.” She took a deep breath, which made the top button on her shirt strain. The hint of cleavage was coy enough to leave far too much to his sex-starved imagination.

She blew the breath back out. “I’m supposed to tell you, I’m giving out free hugs for Valentine’s Day and that you look like you need one.” Her blush shot back into the red zone. “You see what I mean? So cheesy it hurts.”

And nowhere near as filthy as he’d hoped.

He frowned. “What makes you think I need a free hug?” he asked, annoyed that the dumb line had tapped straight into the empty space inside him. The space that had opened up a week ago, when he’d gotten the two am call from the Sheriff’s Department to say his father had died from a heart condition he’d known nothing about.

“Because you looked so pissed off…” she answered, sounding apologetic.

He tried to dial down on the frown. Don’t scare her off, you dick.

“Which is perfectly understandable given all the plas

tic penises on display here tonight…” She qualified quickly. But then she tilted her head to one side, considering. “And because you look sort of sad too.”

He stared, not sure what the hell to say. He didn’t spill his guts to women, especially not ones he’d only just met. And he wasn’t about to start talking about his recent bereavement, or the shit storm Decker had tried to unload on him, to anyone. But that didn’t stop her easy understanding from unsettling him. Was it that obvious?

You need to work harder, Landry.

But before he could think of what to say, to deflect her concern and cover his crappy mood, she climbed off the stool.

“All of which is none of my business. I should go.”

“Hey, wait up.” He snagged her wrist before she could get away, determined to shift the conversation back where it belonged. He could still salvage this seduction, which had the potential to provide exactly the distraction he needed tonight. All he had to do was locate the man he’d been a week ago, before he’d gotten that phone call.

The man who could travel the globe taking pictures of other people’s pain without letting it get to him. The man who never had to deal with his own drama, because he’d become an expert at ignoring it. The man who had never had a problem talking a beautiful woman into mutually assured orgasms and knew how to deliver satisfaction, guaranteed.

That guy would have knocked this pick-up out of the park already.

“I don’t need a free hug,” he said. Just to be clear.

She nodded, but she didn’t look as if she believed him, those enchanting sea-green eyes still seeing much more than he wanted them to see.

Time to play hard ball.

“But a free kiss…” He leaned towards her to whisper in her ear, and felt her shudder of response as he got a lungful of her scent – fresh and sexy and so full of potential his cock strangled in his jeans. “A free kiss I could definitely use.”

Her teeth grazed her bottom lip again. And the smile he’d been holding hostage for what felt like a month worked itself loose.

Hell yeah, the man is back.

Chapter Two

Rosie’s heartbeat accelerated, the blood pounding into her face, and a few other important places further south.

Good Lord, the man was even more devastating when he smiled. His coffee brown eyes losing the shadows she’d spotted as soon as she’d approached him, and highlighting the golden strands in the irises. The tanned skin around his eyes creased. Was he laughing at her? Did she care?

“A kiss?” she blurted out, just to be sure she’d heard him correctly over the raucous laughter from the hen party behind him and the sound of Rod Stewart growling his way through a golden oldie on the bar’s sound system. Her gaze got riveted to those sensual lips as if she were profoundly deaf. She pretty much was with her pulse building to a crescendo in her ears.

“Yeah, a kiss.” The smile inched up on one side of his mouth, heating his gaze – and the hot brick that had lodged between her thighs. “If you’ve got one to spare.”




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