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“I’ll kiss it all better tonight. ” He turned to her, letting her see just how much he was anticipating kissing the delicate flesh between her thighs and easing the memory of any discomfort she would feel with the waxing he had had Kelly schedule for her.
Her arms crossed over her breasts defensively.
“How did I let you talk me into this?” she snapped, only half-angry. The other half was uncertainty, perhaps a little embarrassment.
“Because I’m persuasive?” he asked with a waggle of his brows.
He had done his best to be persuasive. For hours. Licking, kissing, tempting her with the knowledge of how much better it could be, making her so hot, so damned desperate, she would have agreed to anything.
Her lips twitched then, a sensual smile of remembrance tugging at the lush curves as a faint blush stole over her cheeks. And his chest clenched. Right there in the front seat of his pickup, Dawg felt his heart swell with an emotion so unfamiliar he knew it was fucking love. It was strong enough, hard enough that he reached up and rubbed at the center of his chest to ease the constriction.
“You were very persuasive. ” She sighed, staring back at the spa morosely. “And you know I’m going to be very put out when I’m finished. ”
A goofy smile tugged at his lips, and his heart raced.
“I’ll take you someplace special when you’re finished,” he told her then. “Someplace you’ll enjoy. ”
She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes.
“How special?”
“So special I’ve never taken another woman there,” he promised, watching her gaze jerk away, that hint of hesitancy that tensed her slender frame.
She was scared of whatever he made her feel, and he couldn’t blame her. He had blackmailed her, and he would keep blackmailing her until he knew she belonged to him.
She cleared her throat delicately. “Fine. But it better be worth this. ” She gathered her purse from where it sat behind his seat and stared him fully in the eyes as she turned back to him. “And it better not hurt too bad. ”
“You’ll love it,” he promised her. “Just imagine me doing it. ”
She looked scandalized. “Oh Lord, don’t go there, Dawg. This is going to be hard enough. ” She pulled at the door latch quickly, escaping before he could say anything that would deepen that blush along her cheeks or give her eyes more of that confused, uncertain look.
He had a feeling Crista had once believed that she knew him. That she could predict him. He could have told her that wasn’t going to happen.
He moved from the truck as she and Kelly headed into the spa, meeting Natches and Rowdy at the front of his truck and staring around the street curiously.
“We picked up a tail,” Natches said quietly, his dark green eyes glancing to the gray sedan that had pulled in farther up the street. “She pulled in behind you after you hit the city limits. ”
Dawg glanced up the street, his gaze narrowing on Greta Dane. Normally when a woman looked at man with an expression as cold and hard as flint as Greta was giving him, it tended to make the balls draw up in fear.
Thankfully, Dawg wasn’t prone to allow such things to affect his private parts.
“Something’s up,” he murmured, turning back to the other men. “Have you heard from Cranston?”
“Nothing. ” Natches shook his head as he crossed his arms over his chest and tucked his hands by his sides. “We picked the bulldog up there just inside the city limits, and she didn’t bother to try to hide it. ”
Dawg rubbed his hand over his chin. “Stay here. Let’s see what I can find out. ”
He stepped to the sidewalk and strode quickly to the little sedan Greta was driving. As he neared, the window rolled down, and Greta’s pinched expression increased. She was also nervous. She tucked a cigarette between her lips and lit up as he neared the car.
“What’s up, Greta?” Dawg leaned against the pickup next to her and stared back at her quizzically.
“Cranston’s orders,” she informed him waspishly. “Unlike some people, I’m a team player. ”
Dawg tilted his head and smiled slowly. “Are you implying I don’t play well with others, Greta?”
She drew on the cigarette again before flicking the ashes to the portable ashtray in the middle console.
“I’m not implying anything, Mackay. I’m stating a fact. ”
