Leashed (Going to the Dogs) by Zoe Dawson Read Free Book Online Page A

comment didn’t offend her. She might not be the most experienced person in the world when it came to relationships, but she knew his focused, intent gaze wasn’t of the innocent variety. “Who are you trying to convince? You or me?”
    He stepped closer still, crowding her against the workbench, the search for the screwdriver as lost as she was in his eyes.
    “Fuck if I know.”
    His eyes were so dark, so deep, she swore she could fall right into them and never climb out.
    “I think you’re the girl next door, sweetheart, and I should leave you alone.”
    “And what, you’re the big bad boy I should avoid at all costs? I think that is a good idea. I’ve sworn off bad boys,” she whispered as his head descended and her breath backed up in her throat.
    He lifted his hand, barely brushing the underside of her chin with his fingertips, and tipped her head back. “Have you?” he said, his voice nothing more than a rough whisper.
    His mouth settled on hers like kindling to fire, and ignited. He backed her up so she was pressed against the workbench, but she barely felt the wood digging into her spine. She was too busy feeling Owen McKay’s mouth moving over hers with a sensual pressure that made her blood sing. Then she heard a deep groan and realized, distantly, that it was her own.
    Her arms slipped around his neck, her forearms against hard shoulders, her fingers sliding along the back of his neck and burrowing into all those thick, dark waves. He pressed his hips into hers, growling just a little, as she ran her thumbs over his rough cheeks.
    His heavy chest pressed tight against her tingling breasts as she welcomed the heat of his desire in the cradle of her hips, eliciting another growl deep in his throat.
    His muscles flexed as if he was going to push away, his head lifting. When their lips broke apart, he looked dangerous and angry. Then his mouth covered hers again, taking her lips in a flurry of deepening, sensual kisses that made her head spin.
    He trailed his fingertips from the pulse point in her throat all the way down to the tops of her breasts. Sharp awareness flared in her belly and spread through her bloodstream, triggering a slick, erotic warmth.
    His mouth followed the path his fingers had taken, until they brushed the tops of her breasts.
    “Callie?”
    He reeled away from her as her gaze went to the door of the shed. Frantically, she snatched up her baseball cap and jammed it on her head. And that is when she saw the screwdriver sitting innocently on top of the toolbox. She snatched it up and called out just as the door opened.
    “Found it.”
    “Excellent,” her father said. “Now you can get back to what you were doing then wash up for dinner.”
    Callie almost snorted. She knew her father hadn’t meant fusing their lips back together, and, as she looked over at Owen, she could see the same thought emblazoned across his face. But it was fraught with too much…just too much.
    Oblivious to Owen’s attempt to get himself under control, Callie’s father strode out of the shed and let the door slam. Owen braced his hands against the workbench, the muscles in his arms bunching beneath the sweater. With a quick pull he yanked the sweater off, his face flushed, his breathing slowing.
    “You heard the man,” she said, trying to ignore the way Owen tracked her as she stepped out of the shed.
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    Callie had just dropped the keys on her hall table when she heard a noise from her kitchen. “Who’s there?” she called out. She glanced at Jack, but he didn’t growl.
    The rest of the day with Owen had been fun, but strained. He hadn’t said anything during the drive home about the kiss, so Callie let it go. Callie simply couldn’t get involved with Owen. She was already much too interested in him personally, which was even more dangerous than sexually. She realized she couldn’t seem to disconnect the two, and that could only lead her to heartache.
    “It’s your brother, and he’s hungry.