Justice for Mackenzie by Susan Stoker Read Free Book Online Page B

anything.”
    “Good for you.”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah. But you know, that name could be totally fake. If I did want to kill you and dump your body, and your brothers or friend checked me out, they might not ever find me if I used a fake name.”
    “Damn.” Mackenzie liked this guy. “So what should I have done instead?”
    “Called the Ranger Station and checked me out. Told them you’re about to go on a date with a man who claims to be a Ranger and that you have a badge and you want to know if it’s legit or not.”
    “I totally was going to do that!” Mackenzie exclaimed excitedly.
    “Why didn’t you?” Dax asked.
    “Well, because it felt like a shitty thing to do…not trusting you when you gave me your ID without giving me crap about it.”
    “Do it now.”
    “What?”
    “Do it now. Call. Check me out.”
    “But you’re standing right here. And I believe you.”
    “Do it.” Dax’s voice was unrelenting.
    “Oh all right. Jeez.” Mackenzie turned to head into her apartment and pick up her phone she’d left on the counter—
    When her arm was suddenly grasped tightly and pulled behind her back and she was turned and pushed up against the wall in her hallway.
    Mackenzie looked up at Daxton in surprise and with a little fear. “What the hell?”
    “Don’t turn your back on someone you’ve just met, Mackenzie. If I wasn’t who I said I was, I could have you flat on your back by now. You’re such a little thing, you wouldn’t be able to move, and I could do anything I wanted to you. I could tie you up and haul you out to my car. Don’t ever let anyone get you in their car. Yell, scream, fight. Your chances of survival drop by fifty percent if you let yourself get taken away.”
    Mackenzie could feel her heart thudding in her chest. Daxton was holding her against the wall with one of her wrists held tightly behind her back. He’d crowded in until he was pressing against her with his body, holding her immobile. One of his legs was between hers, holding her completely immobile.
    The top of her head came to about his chin and she had to tilt it back to look into his eyes. Daxton was wearing a polo shirt with the top two buttons undone. She could see no chest hair, but she could smell him. He was wearing some sort of cologne, nothing too strong, but it smelled divine. Mackenzie knew it was entirely inappropriate to want to bury her nose into the hollow at his neck, but damn.
    Mackenzie’s breasts rubbed against Daxton’s chest as she breathed in and out and she could feel her heart pounding. God, had she ever felt this way in the arms of any of her previous lovers? Hell no. And she and Daxton were both fully clothed.
    She wiggled against him, testing his hold on her. It was solid. Her free hand gripped the shirt at his waist tightly, wondering what his next move would be.
    “Are you listening to me?”
    “Uh…yeah?”
    Dax laughed and brought the hand that had been holding her shoulder to the wall to the side of Mackenzie’s head. He looked down at her semi-glazed eyes and smiled. “You aren’t afraid of me.” It wasn’t a question.
    Mackenzie shook her head.
    “Why not? I could do everything I just told you without breaking a sweat.”
    “Because a bad guy wouldn’t tell me those things, he’d just do them.” Mackenzie didn’t know how she was conversing in a normal way with Daxton, when all she wanted was for him to do the things he’d just described, including throwing her down on the ground and having his way with her. “And you called me ‘little.’ I’ve never been described that way by anyone in my entire life.”
    “Fuck.” Dax couldn’t help himself. He leaned down and placed his lips over hers. Brushing over them once, then again, this time sweeping from one side to the other with his tongue. When she opened her mouth under his and touched her tongue to his bottom lip, he straightened up before things could go any further. Mackenzie’s lips were soft and tasted