Where She Belongs (The Forever Collection Book 1) by Dani Wyatt Read Free Book Online Page A

body.
    The hand that is resting just above my rear end pulls me closer, while the other one caresses the skin at the back of my neck, sending wild signals down my spine, making the muscles in my core tighten and release over and over. I can’t stop myself from talking, the breathless thoughts tumbling out of me like apples falling from a torn bag. “And so, you said I’m hired? Don’t you want to see me dance?”
    Decker chuckles and I keep my finger on his lips as he smiles. Then his tongue comes out to taste my finger. He moves it, then pulls it between his lips until he’s sucking it into his mouth. My mind goes completely blank, and at the same time the hand on my back presses me forward until we are crushed together.
    “That feels really good. I wouldn’t expect it to. I would have thought it would feel gross. But it doesn’t. It’s . . .” My words catch in my throat as he draws my finger deep into the wet heat of his mouth and his tongue wraps around it, nearly writing his name on it with its rapid movements. “You don’t even know where my finger has been,” I whisper, letting my eyes start to drift closed as he smashes my chest into the craggy rocks of his upper abs.
    My head rests against his chest, and I can feel his breath beating down on my face from above. I am lost in this moment. He takes his hand away from my neck and gently grips around my wrist, drawing my finger from his mouth. Before I can focus another breath or thought, he’s got me around the waist and I’m off my feet. The white walls are spinning around and he shifts to sit me on the desk, pushing his body between my legs.
    His voice is ragged. “Yes, you’re hired. No, I don’t need to see you dance.”
    “I’m engaged.” I drop that bomb and hold my breath.

Decker
    A girl walks into a bar . . .
    And blows my world apart.
    “You’re not engaged anymore.”
    I don’t know what possesses me to say that, but it’s the truth. The second she took my kiss I marked her as mine, and whatever this animal is inside of me, the one that she’s awakened, he will destroy any and all obstacles that try to stop him from taking what is rightfully his.
    Mine.
    Fucking seriously. Twenty minutes ago, I was settled on the fact that I would probably die alone. A fucking hundred-year-old virgin. And now I’m ready to skin any mother fucker that might even dare to think they have a claim on her. This sweet pink wink that’s sitting on my desk like a ripe little cherry waiting to be picked.
    “What?” She tips her head to the side, and her cheeks plump out with a smile that nearly empties my balls into my pants. “Yes, I am. I’m engaged. For real. I have a fiancé. And so I suppose I’m a cheating whore right now.”
    The way she talks makes me want to wash her mouth out with soap and pinch her cheeks with a bawdy laugh. Not only does she look like no other girl I’ve ever seen, she doesn’t talk like any I’ve ever heard. And trust me, I’ve heard plenty in this business. She’s clearly no whore either, and I highly doubt she’s even clear on the meaning of the word.
    The sound of the words “fiancé” and “whore” on her lips makes me want to throw her over my knee and spank those thoughts out of her. No fucking way is she engaged. I can see it in her eyes; she’s as fresh as a Sunday afternoon in spring. And if she really belonged to someone else, she wouldn’t have kissed me like she just did. I can taste something in her, something familiar, something I’ve been waiting for my whole life. So whatever this engagement bullshit may be, I’ve just added it to my to- un do list.
    “Do you kiss him?” I grumble because if any other word comes out of her mouth but ‘no,’ I may just come apart.
    She wrinkles her nose at me; she’s thinking about what to say and I know the answer right then.
    “Naw,” she says shaking her head. “It’s kind of a strange set up. It’s my family, they are very . . .” She bobs her head