Page 6 of Daring to Love You
“I’m dead serious,” he said as he opened the door to the 2023 BMW 8 Series 840i. Her brother had mentioned her having car trouble over the last few weeks, and Lynix thought about this car that he rarely drove. He had even considered selling it, but now he was glad he hadn’t.
“I don’t know how much a car like this costs, but I do know I can’t afford it,” Dorian said as she walked the length of thevehicle, inspecting it as if she was on a car lot and knew what she was looking at.
“I wouldn’t charge you for it.”
She stopped and looked at him with wide eyes. “Sooo, what? You’re just going to let me have it?” Her tone was incredulous, sounding as if that was the most ridiculous idea in the world.
“Yes.” He shrugged. “I have three vehicles, and I really only drive my truck.”
It wasn’t like he couldn’t afford to give her the car. He’d barely touched the trust fund his maternal grandfather had left him for when Lynix turned twenty-five. During the last ten years, since being able to access it, the fund was just sitting there earning interest. The only thing he’d purchased was a luxury condo that overlooked Lake Michigan. As well as investing in a couple of small businesses. Yes, he could afford to let her have the car. Or hell, even buy her one of her choosing.
“Lynix, this is extremely generous, but it’s too much. I can’t take your car,” she said, backing away and shaking her head. “But if you’re willing, I might want to borrow it on occasion for when I have a date.”
Lynix stiffened, and an involuntary growl rumbled inside his chest as he watched her, trying to determine if she was serious. Her expression never changed, and he was in her face in a heartbeat.
He backed her against her jeep and gently gripped her chin in his hand, lifting it until their eyes met. “If you think for one minute I’m going to let you drive some other brother around in that car, you clearly don’t know me at all.”
His voice had gone deep as he tried to control the sudden jealousy rearing its wicked head. Now that was an emotion he’d never experienced. Leave it to her to bring it out of him. He didn’t care if it was irrational considering they weren’t a couple,but the thought of her dating anyone but him had him ready to spit bullets.
“Besides,” he continued when she didn’t respond, only studying him, “any man who asks you to drive on your dates doesn’t deserve to be with your fine ass. You deserve to be catered to, worshipped even, andI’mthe man who can do that.”
Lynix’s eyes zoned in on her tempting lips that hung open slightly at his words, and before he could stop himself, he covered her mouth with his.
Dorian froze, but as he moved his mouth over hers, she relaxed and kissed him back. Her hands slid up the front of his body until she wrapped her arms around his neck. That was all the encouragement he needed to deepen their connection. He cradled the back of her head in his hand, and his other hand circled her waist, holding her close.
Having her softness pressed flush against his body made his dick stir with need. No doubt she felt the effect she had on him, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she moaned into his mouth, her arms holding him tightly.
Lynix hadn’t planned to kiss her. He’d only planned to spend some time in her presence, talk with her about the car, and then leave. He’d been trying not to come on too strong, trying not to scare her away, but instead of chipping away at the wall she’d built around her heart, his control was crumbling.
She felt too perfect against him and tasted like wine and strawberries as he devoured her mouth. He hated to admit he’d kissed plenty of women—something he wasn’t proud of. Yet, he could honestly say none of those experiences matched what he and Dorian shared. And all they were doing was kissing. However, he felt the sensuous caress of her lips to the soles of his feet, and if he never kissed another woman, it would be all right. If he hadn’t known it before, this moment would’ve sealed it for him. Dorian would one day be his.
A door slammed, and Dorian leaped away from him as if someone had burned her. Lynix growled under his breath and ran his hand over his mouth as his gaze shifted to the person who dared interrupt them.
Shit.Of all the people to come outside, why’d it have to be Cree, one of Dorian’s older sisters. The woman, an entertainment attorney, was fine as hell, looking like she should be gracing the cover of Vogue magazine with the way she was wearing the slinky red dress. But when he looked into her eyes, she reminded him how she had the ability to put fear into the most hardened criminal with just a look. Yeah, she was that scary.
Cree looked from him to Dorian and then back at him before narrowing her eyes.
“I guess I don’t have to ask what’s going on out here,” she said, her husky voice deceptively calm, while her gaze was hard enough to chop him into pieces. Then she turned her attention to Dorian and so did he.
Lynix couldn’t stop himself from smirking when he looked at his sweet Dorian. She might’ve been a sweetheart, but he sensed there was a bit of a hellcat inside of her, considering the way she was glowering at Cree.
But of course, there was. She came from a family of strong, outspoken women. There was no way some of their strength and boldness hadn’t rubbed off on her. Why would he think otherwise?
Because she’s so damn sweet,that little voice in the back of his mind said.
“I know why I’m out here,” Dorian snapped angrily, her arms folded across her chest. “But why are you? Are you following me?”
Seconds ticked by before a slow smile spread across Cree’s lips, and she pointed at Dorian. “Don’t get snippy with me,young lady,” she said, humor in her tone, something Lynix had never heard from her before. “I came looking for you because they’re getting ready to toast the happy couple, and I didn’t think you’d want to miss that.” She turned and glared at Lynix. “Then again, I could be wrong. Maybe you’d prefer to have Lynix’s slick talking tongue down your throat instead.”
“That’s none of your business,” Dorian said, her words not as confident as they’d been moments ago. “So you can leave.”
Cree waved her hand dismissively. “Fine, I’ll go, but Lynix, I don’t care if you are some rich, entitled prince. Hurt my little sister, and I will destroy your ass.”
Prince?She’d known him for years and knew he wasn’t some damn prince.
“And after I destroy you financially, then I’ll cut off your balls and feed them to a junkyard dog. Think about that the next time you kiss my sister at a family event.”
“Seriously, Cree?” he said, struggling not to laugh at her dramatics.
