To Trap A Temptress (Southern Sanctuary - Book 2) Read Free Page B

would
never approach a man like this, demand he dance with them and then proceed to
plaster herself against him out on the dance floor.  Not that she had much
say in the last matter as his arm was locked vice tight around her waist
holding her close. 
    She
should be feeling triumphant, phase one of her plan had commenced, except all
her instincts were screaming that this was just plain wrong.  Deadly men
like this warrior who made a living killing things and dispensing justice ate
little girls like her for breakfast.  The very thought bought goose bumps
pebbling across her flesh, a slight gasp rising to her lips. 
    Head
shooting up she met his gaze. “What was that?”
    “What?” 
He rasped the word, the bass notes sending another quiver across her flesh.
    “There
was something…”  She tried to break his hold but failed.  “Something
brushed along my lower back.”  Between his arm and her waist.
    Those
bottomless black eyes ringed by ridiculously long dark eyelashes studied her
closely, as if he were memorising and cataloguing all her features… perhaps all
her weak spots.  Yeah Nell way to go, choose the serial killer first time
you step out of your safe little world.
    “My
snake likes you.”
    She
blinked replaying his words over in her head.  Finally she laughed, she
couldn’t help herself.  “I’m sorry is that some sort of euphemism for
what’s in your pants?”
    The
corner of his mouth twitched up.  “No.  I have a tattoo… of a
snake.  He likes you.” 
    He
let go of her waist for a split second, reaching between them to tug open the
two top buttons of his shirt.  Great just what she needed, more of that
gorgeous flesh to study.  Without thinking she exhaled deeply letting her
warm breath play across the bare skin of his upper chest.  Under her gaze
his muscles spasmed and then just like that there was black snake staring at
her.  She jerked in surprise, wanting to get away but the behemoth’s grip
was too tight.
    “What
the…”  She studied the tattoo just as it quite clearly studied her
back. 
    Its
black intent eyes identical to those of its owner/canvas.  Without pausing
to consider how forward it might seem she pulled her hand from his grip,
reaching between them to trace a finger down the wonderful silvery black
scales.  Under her touch the snake writhed while she could clearly hear
her partner’s harsh panting gasp of surprise.
    “Sorry.” 
She whipped her hand away, letting him recapture it.  “Does it hurt?”
    Again
the quirk at the corner of his mouth, she was beginning to believe that was his
way of showing humour. 
    “No.”
    “Does
it always move around like that?”
    “No”
    She
gave a frustrated sigh at his monosyllabic answers, once more sending warm air
across the exposed flesh just below his throat, the snake languidly moving
across his skin as if basking under the touch of her breath.
    “You
gotta stop doing that.”  Drum instructed, arching his head slightly to the
left to relieve some tension.
    “I’d
be happy to but you’ll need to loosen your hold on me.”
    He
continued to stare down at her and then shrugged those massive shoulders. 
“No I’m good.”  He moved her abruptly to the left to avoid a collision
with another couple.  “So, why me?” 
    “Why
you what?”
    “Why
pick me to dance with?”
    She
wanted to look away but there was an intensity in those dark depths that had
her locked in stare mode.  He was like the snake, mesmerising her into
staying still as he poised to strike.  You didn’t lie to this man. 
When this man asked you a question you started talking until he told you to
stop or silenced you for good.  Swallowing hard she fought to come up with
an acceptable half-truth but none came to mind.
    “I
had a plan.”
    The
skin around his eyes tightened almost imperceptibly.  “Let me guess you
need me to hurt someone, maybe kill them?”
    “What!
No!  I’m a Doctor for Goddess sake I don’t… what a