Changing Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 2)

ROSLYN

Soft, divine lips move along the side of my neck, and I moan. The light rumble of sleepy chuckling wakes me up, and my eyes open to see the blonde hair to my right.

“Thank you for staying,” Thad’s sleep-rasp voice says, eliciting chills all down my body. He’s not supposed to sound even sexier after waking up.

His hand curls around my waist as he pulls me closer, making sure there’s no air between our bodies. I can’t fight my stupid smile as I glance over at the clock.

“It’s after ten,” I tell him.

“We’re about to go,” he mumbles, still sounding tired.

“Or we can stay and sleep some more,” I say, but not because I’m tired. It’s because he is acting exhausted.

“As much as I’d love to continue holding you in bed, I have to be there. We’re looking for… someone. Actually two people. Bounty hunters, remember?” he tells me. “That’s why we’re having the party—to lure them to us.”

He kisses the side of my neck again, and I arch into him like he owns my body’s responses. He grabs my hip, roughly pulling me against his very hard erection that jabs into my stomach through the boxers.

Does he need a permit for that thing?

“Should we get going?” I ask weakly as his hand reaches around and firmly cups my ass.

When his lips find mine, I moan again. How can he taste so good after just waking up?

I battle with myself to pull away, but he just pulls me closer until I’m on top of him, straddling his waist as he continues to devour me. It’s not until he strips me out of my shorts that all the little warning bells go off, and panic tries to creep into my mind. How did he get them off so quickly?

“Thad,” I whisper, but he ignores the weak plea as his fingers toy with the hem of my shirt.

“Thad,” I say firmer, even though my body remains compliant.

He rises up and flips me under him in one smooth motion that turns me on and startles a gasp out of me at the same time. He studies my eyes for a second, then his gaze sweeps down my body, fixing on the thin, cotton, unattractive panties I never meant for him to see.

I was going to change into something sexier, but he stole me from the house before I could, damn it.

“So fucking sweet,” he mutters under his breath, but his gaze is almost hungry as it stays fixed on my… um… wet panties. Damn. He inhales sharply and groans low in the back of his throat. “Sweet,” he says again, shaking his head.

Double damn.

His eyes flick back up to mine as a lazy, lopsided grin forms on his face.

“You know you’re mine, right? At this party, don’t bother trying to flirt with anyone else. It’ll just get someone’s ass kicked. Obviously not yours, but I’m sure the guy will regret flirting.”

He says this with a smile, as though it’s no big deal that he just essentially threatened to fight a guy for flirting with me. My stomach flutters, informing me that my body enjoyed the threat. My mind is warning me this is messed up, yet for some reason, I’m heated to the core and needing him even more. Something’s wrong with me. What the hell?

His smile falls when he takes in my face, apparently misreading what he sees. “I mean it, Roslyn. I don’t share.”

The possessive tone and subtle growl has my body humming with even more need. I’m twisted.

“You’ve been perfectly blunt. I’m just… I’m confused. Why?”

That has him surprised or befuddled. “Why what?”

“Why would you get into a fight just because someone flirts with me? That’s a bit of an overreaction.”

He absently runs his hand down my hip, then it becomes a more possessive touch when he grips me tighter, nudging one of his legs between mine.

“I’m not stupid enough to think no one will flirt with you, Ros,” he says before leaning down and brushing his lips across mine once again. My heartbeat speeds up, and reflexively, I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck. “They’ll only get their asses handed to them if you flirt back. If you touch them, I might lose it. I’m not joking or trying to scare you. I’m simply stating facts.”

The logical part of my brain that points out how crazy that sounds is eclipsed by the lusty half that enjoys the meaning behind the words. I push closer, and when our lips connect, something primal inside me stirs. Hungry, savage, consuming… The kiss grows out of control, and before I know it, Thad is firmly nestled between my legs, letting me feel that monster of a weapon he has nudged against my panties.