Page 7 of Grimm
“I need to talk to you,” I snapped.
He narrowed his eyes. “Well, here I am. Fucking talk.”
I looked at the other man, then back at him. “In private.”
“In private?” he repeated, his brow arched. “You want to talk to me… in private?”
“Yes, Mr. MacDaniel.” I pushed down my annoyance. “In private.Please,” I added sweetly.
He hesitated, measuring me for a moment, then he tilted his head at the man standing beside him. The guy looked at me once more, then walked toward the clubhouse with a frown marring his face either at the dismissal or my presence. Either way, he said nothing else. With Mr. MacDaniel’s intense stare back on me, fear, excitement, and, God forbid, lust swirled through me.
His gruff voice carried so much force, it went straight to my core. Tavish MacDaniel personified sex. Tall, broad shoulders and bulging muscles danced under the fabric of his clothing. His very stance screamed danger. Keep away. He was definitely the bad boy my mother warned me about. The ones I could never stay away from.
This is not good.
“So, can we take this inside?” I asked, trying to relay calm even though my heart pounded inside my chest. “It’s hot out as hell out here.”
“Not until I search you my damn self. Isn’t that what you asked for?”
His voice held a challenge; a challenge I wanted to take but would be a massive mistake. Tavish MacDaniel oozed a dangerous sexiness I’d never experienced, from his deep, smooth voice to his devilishly handsome face. My attraction to him would be explosive. I would have been down for one night of fun had it been anyone else.
“Wait one damn minute, Mr. MacDaniel!” I lifted my chin and crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m not a criminal. There is no reason to search me.”
“No, you’re not, but you are law enforcement, Miss Coleman.” He cocked his head, glanced at my breasts, then back at my face and licked his lips. “It is Miss, right?”
His gaze flicked down to my left hand before returning to my eyes. Was he flirting with me? Giddiness I shouldn’t have been feeling, given the circumstances and the person, bubbled inside me like some damn teenage girl. But I couldn’t help it. The man was beyond gorgeous. My attraction to him was on a different level.
“Yes.” Heat crawled up my neck and burned my cheeks. “It’s Miss.”
Don’t fall for it, Gina.
“Oh, there’s plenty of reasons not to trust you,MissColeman, since you’re the one who put my father in jail.” He arched a brow. “Don’t you think?”
Damn it.
I blew out a breath. He had a point. It was a miracle he stood here talking to me, willing to hear me out at all. I could get through his large, rough, calloused hands touching my body, something a man hadn’t done in a long time, especially one this gorgeous.
I looked him in the eye. With men like him, eye contact showed strength. Showing him any weakness, including my attraction to him, wouldn’t be good for me. Attraction was a weakness he’d take advantage of. Men like him always did.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” He quirked his brow.
He must’ve expected me to say no. His model-like features would have had any woman salivating over him, but he was dangerous. What sane person would say yes to anything Tavish MacDaniel proposed? He was the type of man you ran from. I couldn’t say no. I’d do whatever needed to be done to save my brother, including having this gorgeous man’s hands all over me.
How bad could it be?
“Yes, Mr. MacDaniel, you may search me.” I pointed at him. “But don’t get too handsy.”
“Turn around.” He ignored my comment, voice calm and gaze steady. “Place your hands on the hood.”
“I can’t believe I’m actually going along with this,” I mumbled despite his command going straight to my core.
With a deep breath, I pushed through the lust coiling inside me and did as he ordered. I placed my hands on the hood of my car, widening my legs a little. He moved behind me and pushed my legs further apart with his knee. His intoxicating scent of sandalwood, leather, and coffee wrapped around me.
I cursed under my breath and tightly closed my eyes, fighting the liquid fire coursing through my veins. He was too close. Smelled too good. Large, hardened hands slipped up my arms so slowly, the friction sent a shiver crashing through me. Then he moved gently down my back, the silk of my shirt adding to the sensitivity of my skin.
Sweet, Jesus.
