Damage Report by Mandy M. Roth

Author:Mandy M. Roth [Roth, Mandy M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Raven Books
Published: 2015-08-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Weston couldn’t tear his gaze from Paisley. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes upon. “Baby, I’m a mess of a man. You need to know that upfront. And while that may be true, I’m a big enough man to know how to do right by my woman.”

“And you think I’m your woman?” she questioned, her lips in a slight pout. He wanted to kiss them. He resisted in spite of it being one of the hardest things he’d ever done. As much as he wanted to deny who she was to him, he couldn’t. He knew in his bones she was his. He didn’t need someone else to verify as much. He wasn’t as thick-headed as some alpha males, even if others thought he was.

“I know so. I think you do too.” He touched the top swell of her left breast, her skin smooth under his fingertips. Didn’t she understand what seeing her undone like this was doing to him? Didn’t she get how dangerous he could be? “It’s why you were willing to give yourself to me when I walked into this room. And before you protest, didn’t you just tell me you had no urge to do so before I came along?”

She stilled and then glanced downward, taking a deep breath before meeting his gaze once more, her hand going to his. “I’ve never wanted anyone to touch me like I want you to touch me. I’ll admit that. What does this mean?”

“That your mate is a sleazebag jerk who sought out sex in clubs and who apparently likes to buy the virgin prize packages,” he said with a wink.

A smile was his reward, and damn if she didn’t look even sexier wearing it. He wanted to touch her lips, run his fingers over them and then sample them once more. “Boss guy.”

He grinned. “That’s right, baby. Don’t forget it.”

She took his hand in hers and brought it to her cheek. No additional words were spoken as she planted a tender kiss on each of his knuckles and then took her shirt from his other hand. She eased it over her head and then bent, grabbing his shirt for him. “You should put his on before I lick you again.”

“In that case, I’m ripping the damn shirt to bits,” he said, drawing her closer to him again. He liked touching her. Liked making contact. He knew deep down that he should hightail it out of the club with her. That something was off there and she wasn’t safe, but damn if he didn’t dip his head and capture her lips with his own.

He moaned as she opened her mouth to him. It took all he had to drag his mouth from hers, the taste of her still on his lips. He sighed. “We need to go.”

“I know,” she whispered, remaining near him.

The door to the room burst open and Weston flung himself over Paisley, covering her with his body, protecting her from the shards of wood as they splintered.

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