Dangerous by Suzannah Daniels Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Suzannah Daniels
Tags: Young Adult
probably bought it brand new.”
I laughed, amused by his fairly accurate assessment. “Yes, it’s my Granny’s. Technically, my grandpa bought it brand new way before I was born, but he passed away when I was seven. So, my Granny has driven it ever since.
“I want to buy my own car, so that I can drive to school next year. That’s why I got a summer job. I’m hoping that I can make enough money to buy something by the end of summer.”
“Now there’s a worthy goal,” he said.
“Yeah, but taking off work like I did today won’t help me accomplish that goal.”
“No, but it’ll help me accomplish mine,” Stone said, taking a step toward me.
“What’s your goal?” I asked, watching as he approached me, his clear, blue eyes locked with mine.
“To kiss you,” he whispered against my lips, his hands on my hips, pulling me toward him.
I was powerless to resist him. He had moved in close enough to make me lose any coherent thoughts. I found myself leaning toward him, face upturned. If he was going to pull away without kissing me this time, then I was going to kiss him.
He didn’t disappoint. His lips were warm as they gently kissed my own. I found myself clinging to him even more desperately than I had on the back of the motorcycle. In response, his hands moved around my back, pressing me against his chest. He nipped my lower lip, and his tongue slipped into my mouth. My heart thudded against my ribcage as I was lost in his embrace. When he finally pulled away, he watched me with intense eyes just a hand’s breadth from my face.
“Damn,” he rasped.
I blinked, my mind still fuzzy from his nearness.
“If you keep looking at me like that, then I’m going to have to do it again,” he said hoarsely.
“Like what?” I asked, finally finding my voice.
He didn’t answer. He leaned down and kissed me again, his hands moving low on my hips as he pulled me firmly against him. His lips left a searing trail of kisses along my jawline to my ear, where he nipped playfully at my lobe.
“You are so freakin’ sexy,” he whispered.
I knew that he probably said the exact same thing to every girl he kissed, and there had probably been a lot of them. But it felt so good for someone to tell me that I was sexy. I couldn’t ever remember Chance telling me that. I had to be careful. I didn’t want Stone to think that he could just feed me his usual lines and that I would eat them up.
“I know,” I replied, taking a step back, out of his mesmerizing aura. It was all I could do not to giggle when I saw the look on his face. I bet of all the times that he had told girls that same line, not one of them had ever told him that. Good. Apparently, he needed a challenge, and I was just the person to give it to him…as long as I didn’t get swept away in his spell. Maybe I really did need a garlic necklace.
He recovered quickly. “Modesty,” he said, nodding his head in approval. “I like that in a girl.”
I turned back toward the view of the valley and leaned on the railing with outstretched arms. The breeze lifted loose strands of hair, and they tickled my skin. “What about you, Stone? Last year was the first year that you went to Quail Mountain schools. Did y’all just move here?” I purposely kept my eyes on the view, hoping that he would open up if I wasn’t staring at him, waiting for his response.
He stood beside me, his gaze locked on the town below. “No. I’ve lived here my whole life. I went to a private school when I was younger. Then, I was shipped off to boarding school.”
That wasn’t what I had expected. Private school was expensive, but boarding school? His parents must be pretty well off. “You went to boarding school?”
“Yes, and I hated it. My older brother was a year ahead of me. My father always thought that…well, it doesn’t matter.”
Darn it. He had actually started talking and now he had shut down again. Why had he dropped out of boarding school? The economy had
I laughed, amused by his fairly accurate assessment. “Yes, it’s my Granny’s. Technically, my grandpa bought it brand new way before I was born, but he passed away when I was seven. So, my Granny has driven it ever since.
“I want to buy my own car, so that I can drive to school next year. That’s why I got a summer job. I’m hoping that I can make enough money to buy something by the end of summer.”
“Now there’s a worthy goal,” he said.
“Yeah, but taking off work like I did today won’t help me accomplish that goal.”
“No, but it’ll help me accomplish mine,” Stone said, taking a step toward me.
“What’s your goal?” I asked, watching as he approached me, his clear, blue eyes locked with mine.
“To kiss you,” he whispered against my lips, his hands on my hips, pulling me toward him.
I was powerless to resist him. He had moved in close enough to make me lose any coherent thoughts. I found myself leaning toward him, face upturned. If he was going to pull away without kissing me this time, then I was going to kiss him.
He didn’t disappoint. His lips were warm as they gently kissed my own. I found myself clinging to him even more desperately than I had on the back of the motorcycle. In response, his hands moved around my back, pressing me against his chest. He nipped my lower lip, and his tongue slipped into my mouth. My heart thudded against my ribcage as I was lost in his embrace. When he finally pulled away, he watched me with intense eyes just a hand’s breadth from my face.
“Damn,” he rasped.
I blinked, my mind still fuzzy from his nearness.
“If you keep looking at me like that, then I’m going to have to do it again,” he said hoarsely.
“Like what?” I asked, finally finding my voice.
He didn’t answer. He leaned down and kissed me again, his hands moving low on my hips as he pulled me firmly against him. His lips left a searing trail of kisses along my jawline to my ear, where he nipped playfully at my lobe.
“You are so freakin’ sexy,” he whispered.
I knew that he probably said the exact same thing to every girl he kissed, and there had probably been a lot of them. But it felt so good for someone to tell me that I was sexy. I couldn’t ever remember Chance telling me that. I had to be careful. I didn’t want Stone to think that he could just feed me his usual lines and that I would eat them up.
“I know,” I replied, taking a step back, out of his mesmerizing aura. It was all I could do not to giggle when I saw the look on his face. I bet of all the times that he had told girls that same line, not one of them had ever told him that. Good. Apparently, he needed a challenge, and I was just the person to give it to him…as long as I didn’t get swept away in his spell. Maybe I really did need a garlic necklace.
He recovered quickly. “Modesty,” he said, nodding his head in approval. “I like that in a girl.”
I turned back toward the view of the valley and leaned on the railing with outstretched arms. The breeze lifted loose strands of hair, and they tickled my skin. “What about you, Stone? Last year was the first year that you went to Quail Mountain schools. Did y’all just move here?” I purposely kept my eyes on the view, hoping that he would open up if I wasn’t staring at him, waiting for his response.
He stood beside me, his gaze locked on the town below. “No. I’ve lived here my whole life. I went to a private school when I was younger. Then, I was shipped off to boarding school.”
That wasn’t what I had expected. Private school was expensive, but boarding school? His parents must be pretty well off. “You went to boarding school?”
“Yes, and I hated it. My older brother was a year ahead of me. My father always thought that…well, it doesn’t matter.”
Darn it. He had actually started talking and now he had shut down again. Why had he dropped out of boarding school? The economy had