Deceptively Yours (Wanton Weston Women, Book Two) by Wynter Daniels Read Free Book Online Page B

room only differentiated by their décor. Two bedroom doors sat open. Laura headed through the third before closing herself inside.
    As soon as she was gone, he crossed the room to the glass sliders and confirmed that she’d engaged the metal pins that made the easy-to-break-into doors a little more secure. Then he strode to the rattan sofa and picked up a black shawl he found draped over the back. Holding the silky fabric to his face, he detected her scent. He breathed it in and pictured her sliding her finger, wet with perfume, between her breasts. His cock twitched at the notion.
    “There’s my wrap.”
    Laura’s voice startled him. He felt like a kid who’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. She tried to take the shawl from him but he shook his head. “Let me.”
    She gave him a wary glance then turned around.
    He draped the garment over her shoulders and took the opportunity to get another whiff of her. Unable to help himself, he lingered at her back, yearning to free her hair and stroke his fingers through the silky golden strands, but was content to keep his hands on her upper arms. Her skin was so satiny smooth he couldn’t bear to let her loose.
    Her breath hitched as she glanced over her shoulder. “We should go.”
    He straightened, reining in his desire for the time being. “Sure, absolutely. I made a reservation.”
    She shrugged out of his grasp. “You what? Just in the neighborhood, huh?”
    “I try to always be prepared.”
    “Unbelievable.” She grabbed a small purse and hooked the strap over her shoulder.
    Damn, the woman turned him on. Her angry expression made him wonder what she looked like in the height of a climax.
    Only an hour ago, he’d stroked himself in the shower as he imagined himself doing all sorts of wicked things with her. He’d hoped that would diffuse some of the erotic tension she inspired but lo and behold, he was hard again.
    Shaking his head, he followed her out. As they neared the beginning of the path, he tucked her hand into the crook of his arm and inwardly cheered when she didn’t pull away. “I’m afraid you’ll trip in those shoes.”
    She chuckled. “Believe me, it doesn’t take a rocky path or high heels to make me stumble. I’m a total klutz all by myself.”
    He thought about the two times he’d seen her clumsiness earlier and he held her more tightly. “That’s all in your head.”
    “Not really. I don’t wear heels much. I don’t trust myself.”
    “You don’t need them with your legs.”
    Damn it. Why couldn’t he quit with the suggestive comments? “You’re plenty tall. Don’t a lot of women wear high heels for height?”
    “I suppose.”
    At least the path was lit, although the tree-mounted lights illuminated some sections more than others. “So what does Dear Annie do with her time besides writing a column?”
    “I’m not Dear Annie…all the time. She has a book coming out soon. Well, I do.”
    “Congratulations. That’s impressive.” He’d never gone out with a woman quite so accomplished.
    She nodded. “I think so too. I mean, thank you.”
    “What about when you’re not penning brilliant advice?”
    “I read a lot of books. Like all the time.”
    Most of the women he’d dated barely seemed to know what a book was. They spent their time watching reality television shows, on Facebook or texting until their fingers grew numb. “What do you read?”
    She glanced up at him, grinning. “Are you seriously interested or are you just making conversation?”
    He centered his free hand over his heart and huffed. “I’m devastated that you don’t think I care.” He stopped walking and waited until she faced him. Then he lifted her chin so she couldn’t help but look at his face. “Let me assure you, I do.”
    Her lips parted a fraction of an inch and she slid her tongue across them.
    All his blood headed south. Desire tugged at his insides. But just as he moved in for a kiss, she backed up and turned away.
    He