Page 166 of Protective Heroes

“Get over yourself, Dyson.” She turned away, pulling back her hand, done with their conversation and him apparently.

Well, how do you like that? Too fucking bad.

He took a step closer, placing a gentle hand on her arm then trailed his fingers down the length to tangle their fingers together. He was good at pushing people to their limits, but he didn’t want her to feel she couldn’t open up to him, so he made an effort to rein in his possessive tendencies and the desire to hurl her over his shoulder and walk out.

He wanted to forget all about tonight and Bautista, but they didn’t have that luxury. He needed to make sure Shay understood the danger she’d danced into tonight.

“Shay, listen, I’m sorry. But I don’t think you know who you’re dealing with concerning Bautista.” He softened his tone and moved closer so she could hear him above the music while preventing any of the guests walking by from eavesdropping. “We’ve heard some pretty nasty shit about Bautista. Worse yet, we know he’s killed, Shay. Don’t blame us for being worried when we see you break a move with the guy.” He didn’t want to scare her with the unknown sadistic details of Bautista’s darker side. Not yet anyway. If she persisted, he’d have no choice but to tell her what was not public knowledge.

He wound an arm around her waist and pulled her deeper into his embrace. “But we can talk about that later,” he whispered, leaning in until his lips graced the soft shell of her ear.

Her breath hitched and he could feel a shudder work through every inch of her body as he pressed closer.

Tensions released from her muscles and her body molded to his.

Good is not how she felt this close to him. Heaven was more like it. Perfection, even.

He pulled her scent down into his lungs, desperate for more—so intoxicating he could get drunk.

Her capitulation didn’t fool him for a second. It would take a lot more than a simple apology from him to ease her anger.

She pulled away, her eyes darting everywhere but on him. Oh, there would be none of that between them, not after what he had planned.

He caught her chin between his fingers, forcing her to show him her beautiful eyes.

Stress darkened the skin beneath her eyes. His fingers itched to ease into the loose, wavy length of her hair and let his touch coax the truth behind tonight’s mess out of her.

She pushed his hand away. “Listen, I know you mean well.” She let out a sigh powerful enough to damn near drop him to his knees. Something was wrong, and he was going to find out what. “On second thought, never mind. I have to go.”

No way in hell she was shoving him to the side and shutting him out.

“Not a chance, babe. You’re coming with me.”

She looked cute with her brows pinched together and her nose scrunched up like that, but it wouldn’t work on him.

He could almost see the war going on inside her head. She wanted to go with him, but something was holding her back. He grinned and pulled out all the stops.

“We’re in a paradise, baby. It’d be a shame to miss out on the tequila and sunset.” He took her hand in his then brushed his lips across the soft, delicate skin answering one of his previous questions. The exotic, fruity smell lingered on her skin from her morning shower, no doubt. He couldn’t wait to help her with her next and maybe she would let him wash her with the tantalizing soap that tingled his senses. “Let me make it up to you, Shay.”

She gave a charming little lift to the corner of her mouth. That was something in a positive direction.

“Fine, I could use a few minutes to clear my head before heading back to San Diego anyway.”

No way he’d let her out of his sight, much less make the long ass drive alone tonight. The sun was already dipping below the horizon. Once he had her to himself, all bets were off. He’d leave that little detail for her to figure out on her own. For now, he’d enjoy a moment with her and the sunset. And if he worked it right, and a miracle happened, he might even get the chance to soften her heart to his charms for an all-night kind of kiss.

“We can’t forget this.” Dyson snatched the tequila bottle on the abandoned table along with two shot glasses.

Shay whimpered. No doubt thinking about of the last time a bottle of tequila came between them from how the light in her eyes returned.

“That’s right. I’m going to fuck that sweet pussy until you cum one hundred times for me and then you’re going to take my cum. Tonight, baby, you’re mine and if you haven’t caught on by now, I’m going to prove to you I’m yours.”

She gasped and groaned low. “That’s a big promise. Think you can back it up?”

She teased her lower lip with her teeth a small flirty smile playing with the corners and his cock stiffened behind the zipper of his slacks.

He pulled until her ass pressed against his cock.

“For a fact. And I’d bet everything in this world your pussy is dripping wet for me right now.”

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