Page 5 of Unspoken Passions

“Sorry,” he grumbled. “Ella pulled a…stunt on me and…!”

Bobby laughed. “Say no more. Women are devious creatures.” He grinned as he looked through the windshield. “But we love ‘em, don’t we?”

Mick grunted in response and pulled into the convenience store. He desperately needed caffeine, even if it wasn’t Ella’s.

Correction, he needed Ella. Period.

Not.

Going.

To Happen!

He owed it to Dan. He’d made a promise to Dan. Mick had been on duty when the accident had happened. He’d been holding Dan’s hand when his best friend since elementary school had died. Dan’s last words were, “Take care of Ella.”

He was going to follow through on that vow, even if it killed him. And with Ella’s comments earlier, plus the images that kept flashing through his head, that might just happen.

Chapter 3

Ella smoothed nervous hands down over her dress, wondering if she should have chosen something clingy instead of the flirty, fluttery one.

“Too late to change my mind now!” she whispered to herself, then lifted her hand to knock.

The door was jerked open before she could touch it and a bare chested Mick stared down at her.

“You’re…naked!” she gasped, staring at the wide expanse of tanned skin and rippling muscles.

“And you’re in a red dress!” he snarled right back.

A moment later, his strong arms pulled her into the house and she yelped, startled by the unexpected contact of his hot chest against her breasts.

“What the hell are you doing, Ella?” he demanded.

For a long moment, she couldn’t speak. Her mouth opened, but she kept staring at all of that skin. Warm flesh. Lots of muscles. Darker, flat nipples. Dark hair.

Her fingers itched, wanting to know what that dark hair would feel like.

“Ella!” he snapped and her eyes reluctantly rose to meet his own.

“What?”

Mick could barely think with Ella standing in front of him in that red dress. He was like a bull that wanted to roar with the lust surging through him. He wanted to lift her up and thrust into her tight, perfect body.

His control was hanging by a thread and he wasn’t sure he could hold back.

“What are you doing?”

She licked her lips and he nearly groaned when her gaze dropped to his mouth.

“I’m…umm….” She shook herself, literally, and pulled her eyes up to meet his. Another dart of that enticing pink tongue and, finally, “I want to help,” she announced.

Had his head exploded?

“Help with what?” Mick demanded.

“Help catch the ‘red dress’ people.”

His jaw clenched and he wondered if smoke could actually come from his ears.

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