Daring Dane (Intoxicating Passion #3) Read Free Page B

after we made love. Now he was admitting he rarely had
feelings and when he did, he didn’t know what to do with them. What was I
supposed to do with that? “I’m sorry you’ve had bad luck in love, but Dane, we
all have. I mean…you know only a small portion of what I’ve been through. I
trusted you and you let me down.”
    His face fell, and he nodded. “I know. I hurt
you. I’m sorry.” His thumb caressed my skin, sending chills all over. He
watched me, a fierce gleam in his eye that wasn’t there before.
    Why did I want him so badly?
    “Thanks,” I said, pulling my hand away. I
didn’t want to. Everything in me screamed to devour his lips, curl my fingers
around his hair, press my body to his. I couldn’t, though. He’d hurt me,
deeply, and though he said he was sorry, he would have to prove it.
    “Can I take you out Friday?” he asked,
hopeful, linking our fingers once again.
    I knew my answer would make him mad, possibly
ruin everything, but I wasn’t going to lie like him. “I have a date. It’s
Valentine’s Day.”
    He dropped my hand like it burned him,
staring at me with an expression I was sure only his worst enemies had been
privy to. “You what?
    “I have a date.” My voice was firm, steady.
It didn’t accurately convey my fast beating heart or how difficult breathing
was becoming.
    “A date.”
    I nodded, linking my hands in my lap. He was
definitely pissed.
    “I don’t think we should go out tonight. I
need to study,” he lied.
    Sure you do. “Good plan,”
I snapped, grabbing my backpack and hurling the door open with my free hand.
“Maybe you should think about how you treat women next time you want to
actually go on a date, Dane. I’m not going to let you use me, hurt me, any more
than you already have.” I stomped off, hoping I looked more angry, and less
hurt.
    How could one man be so impossible? He went
from caring and protective to a total jackass in sixty seconds. If it weren’t
for his sexy, melt my heart eyes, and the longing I felt when he gazed at me, I
would forget the whole thing.
    A part of me, a small, nagging part of me,
wanted him to fix things. I wanted to be the woman who changed Dane Davidson
for the better. It was probably stupid, childish, to think I could, but the
realization didn’t stop the desire. I hurried to my vehicle, locking the doors
before I was even fully closed in. I hated running from Christopher, constantly
hiding and looking over my shoulder. I wanted him in jail for this. Or better
yet, maybe he would leave the country when he found out I’d pressed charges.
    I hated living in fear.
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    “So he apologized?” Leela asked for the
thousandth time.
    Ok, probably not the thousandth, but it felt
like it. I nodded in response.
    “And asked you out…for Valentine’s day?” she
questioned…again. Her voice was laced with doubt and uncertainty, coated with
vengeance.
    Grimly pursing my lips, I bounced my head up
and down.
    “That pisses me off, Korah. I get he’s
worried about you after the whole Christopher thing, but that doesn’t mean he
just gets to swoop in and treat you like all his other women.”
    “To be fair, I don’t think Dane has dated in
the past decade,” I pointed out sarcastically.
    “I don’t care,” she raged on. Her long blond
locks were swinging as she paced, her face red with anger. “I’m not letting him
hurt you.”
    “I said no. I already have a date.”
    She stopped, turning to face me. “You do?”
    “Yep,” I agreed. “This guy in one of my
classes asked me to go out, said Valentine’s Day is always depressing, so we
could make the best of it together.” I smiled, thinking back to how shocked
Dane looked. “I may have made it seem like more when I rejected Dane.”
    She smiled brightly, her blue eyes twinkling
with mischief. “I see. I like it.” She moved forward, joining me on the couch.
    The very same spot Dane and I had began our
passionate lovemaking. Sex. Romp. I didn’t know what to