Neptune's Lair (sensual paranormal romance) (The Protectors) by Dorothy McFalls Read Free Book Online Page B

she pulled him deeper. With a wanton’s eagerness, her tongue pushed past his lips and plunged into his mouth as if they had been lovers forever.
    He groaned.
    A very solid, very real expression of his pleasure pressed against her belly. He wrapped his arms tightly around her.
    This isn’t a dream , she told herself.
    “Neither was last night,” he murmured.

    * * * * *

    “What the hell’s going on here?” Janice demanded.
    “It’s him,” Dallas happily declared and pressed herself against the length of Brendan’s body. They were both wearing far too many clothes. He was dressed all in black. Black pants. Black shirt. Black sweater. Black wool coat. Though it suited him, he would have been even more attractive without any of it.
    “Him who?” Janice asked.
    “My dream guy.”
    “The Fish?”
    He flinched.
    “No, no. Not that one. The other one.” She didn’t want to say it aloud. It embarrassed her to even remember that she’d gotten herself all worked up over a stranger. She turned toward Janice and waggled her brows, hoping Janice would catch her meaning.
    Dallas wasn’t sure what was going on in her friend’s head. But whatever it was, it couldn’t be good. The frown Janice was wearing deepened. “And what are you planning on doing?” she demanded. “With a stranger.”
    The delicious thoughts that skittered through Dallas’s mind brought a rush of heat to her cheeks, which was a good thing because that biting cold was seeping back into her blood. She hugged herself and shivered.
    “Well?” Janice pressed. “What are you planning on doing?”
    “That’s a good question,” her delicious dream guy answered just as Dallas was thinking it. Okay, perhaps she wasn’t thinking that. But it had sounded like such a reasonable thing to be thinking that she wanted to claim it for her own. Better to steal his thoughts than admit—even to herself—that she had been wading in visions of having hot and heavy sex. With him.
    “There’s nothing wrong with admitting your desires,” he said as if he could read her thoughts. “But we do need to make some decisions since we can’t do anything out here on the street.”
    He glanced at the café door. “No, it’s too soon,” he said. “Let me take you to my apartment.”
    “Now wait a freaking minute.” Janice edged her way between them and used sheer strength to push them an arm’s length apart. “I’m not letting you—a stranger, in case you didn’t hear me mention it the first time—take my friend anywhere.”
    “You’d s-said y-yourself—” Dallas started to argue, but her teeth were chattering so hard she could barely get the words out. She rubbed her hands over her shivering arms. No matter what she did, she couldn’t seem to chase that cursed cold away. And now that she was no longer marching down the Chicago streets at top speed, her shivers had grown stronger. Even her hands had started to visibly shake. She took a deep breath and rushed on with what she had to say as best as she could. “You told me th-th-that I should find him. Th-th-that I sh-should s-s-start taking chances.”
    Janice didn’t seem to be listening to what Dallas was saying. Instead, she’d turned a speculative eye toward Dallas’s dream lover.
    Dallas had a bad feeling her friend was going to try and win herself an ally.
    “Look at her. She’s sick. She should be in the hospital, not wandering the streets looking for you.”
    A dark brow shot up. “Looking for me?” He sounded surprised.
    “A-all d-day,” Dallas admitted through her still chattering teeth.
    “She spent the night in a hospital critical care unit.”
    “She’s okay.” He started to say something else but hesitated.
    Dallas blushed as his gaze pressed against her. Even if she only looked half as bad as she felt, it would mean things crawling out of swamp bogs would look more appealing than she did at that moment.
    “I’ll take care of her,” he amended and took the stained tissue