Craving Her (Keeping Her Series Book 4) by Kelly Lucille Read Free Book Online Page B

later.”  She licked dry lips.  “Or I could have waited for
you to come to me, but I think we both knew this was going to happen.”
    His eyes flashed again
before his jaw clenched.  “Go home, little girl.  Or, better yet, go back to
your father’s house where someone can keep you out of trouble.”
    Cleo narrowed her own
eyes, getting angry.  “Invite me in, Shawn.”
    “Not going to happen.”
    She stepped even closer
until she barely brushed all that hot skin.  The fingers of her right hand
trailed down his flat stomach to the top of his jeans.  She knew her own eyes
were fully lion now, and he had to smell how much she wanted him wafting from
her skin.  She met his angry eyes, taking a gamble that there was desire there,
too.  “What are you afraid of?”
    Hearing the blatant
challenge, he moved suddenly.  The tension exploded with a harsh curse from his
angry lips.  Grabbing her in a hard grip, he pulled her inside.  She was shoved
up against the wall even before the door slammed beside her.  “You want to play
games with me, princess?”  His voice had dropped an octave and his eyes had
sharpened to full-on predator.  Even his bones seemed sharper in his face.  He
shoved in closer until he was standing between her hips.  His erection even
through his jeans was a hard pressure on her thigh, and if he thought the pain
of his grind was going to scare her off, he had her confused with a different
kind of girl.
    “Am I the one playing
games?” she asked, her eyes hot on his face.  She dropped her head until she
could lick a swipe across his naked collar bone.  He growled, even as she
purred.  She met his eyes again, licking her lips.  “I know exactly what I
want, and I’m telling you straight out.  So, who is the one playing games here?”
    His hand fisted in her
hair and he pulled her head back to the wall a little too forcefully.  “Then I’ll
put this flat out.  This isn’t going to happen, princess.”
    Cleo was ready to hiss at
the stubborn ass.  “Because you don’t want me?  I don’t believe that.  Not
after that kiss.”
    He looked her over.  His
hand in her hair, his body pressed along hers, and the heat of his cock pressed
hard and hot against her should have been reassuring.  But then she saw his
eyes close down, and turn cold.  Cleo threw a palm over his lips before he
could say what she knew they would both regret.
    “Don’t say anything you
don’t mean, Shawn.  If it’s what I see in your eyes, we’re both going to regret
it.  I’m not here on some schoolgirl whim, or adolescent crush.”  Her voice
broke a little so she raised her chin, her own eyes going hard with pride.  “Be
very sure before you throw us away.”
    She moved her hand
slowly, enjoying the feel of his lips across her palm even as she held her
breath for what was to come.  This was the moment that would make or break them,
and if he blew it, she was going to kick his ass.  Then he spoke, and the words
he chose without any hesitation were worse than she had imagined.  He used them
with cold abandon in that sexy deep voice of his, like a razor across the
tendons of her heart.
    “My body would react to
any woman pressed up against me in a fuck me dress and hooker boots, even one
who doesn’t have a clue how to seduce a man.”  He pushed himself off her,
stepping back.  His eyes roved over her and dismissed her in one shot. “You are
just not quick roll material, princess.”  Again, he left her shivering and
alone after the warmth of his heat.
    Cleo swallowed the insult
of his words, and the idea that she was just any woman to him.  She could feel
the emotions pressing on the back of her eyes and forced them down before she
did something unforgivable, like cry.  Instead, she stepped forward, her chin
jutting, her eyes flashing lion gold. 
    “You are such a coward.” 
She was tempted to slap him, rake her claws down that hard chest, and mark him
up just for the