Free Nobody's Angel by Kallypso Masters Page B

didn’t let him hold her as closely this time as they swayed to the music. But he was happy she’d continued to dance with him because he loved holding her in his arms. Marc let the silence rest between them, giving her the time she needed to think.
    “Sometimes it frustrates me, but I just can’t leave.”
    Ah, so perhaps the door wasn’t closed after all.
    He smiled. If she were in Denver, perhaps she’d allow him to take her under his Dom wings and show her the ropes, so to speak. “Denver’s only three hours away.”
    Marc felt her stiffen again, then she drew him closer again and tucked her face into his neck. Her breath hot against his ear, she whispered, “Shut up and dance.”
    He laughed aloud. Ah, the lady has a bossy side. His cock hardened as he imagined going head to head with her. No doubt in his mind he would come out on top, though. He smiled, his hand slipping under her hair to stroke her silky warm skin at the keyhole opening in the back of her dress. He wished he had access to more than the tiny but tantalizing patch of skin on her back. He grew even harder at the memory of her sexy backside pressed against his crotch when he’d held her at the club. The need to bury himself inside her was stronger than ever.
    As if coming to from a mental fog, he realized he was breaking his primary rule, one that had kept him relatively sane for that past few years. No Italian women and their emotional drama.
    Angelina would be high maintenance, wanting more than he could give her. He didn’t mean financial maintenance either. Meeting a woman’s financial needs was easy. Emotional needs? Not so much.
    Perhaps it was for the best he’d be leaving town tomorrow before things went further than he intended to let them. This one could be dangerous.
    But who said there had to be a long-term commitment? He’d had superficial relationships with women since he was seventeen. Only two had led to anything more than sex or BDSM play—first Melissa, then Pamela—and they had been separated by nine years. He definitely wanted to be with Angelina in a superficial sort of way, though, to learn what turned her on, watch her bend to his authority in a bedroom or club scene, see her face again as she flew apart for him. But that was it.
    Strictly sexual control. No commitments. No emotional strings.
    He brought their joined hands up to where he could touch her breast without putting on a show for the entire barroom, especially Sir Asshole over there. The curve of her breast seared the back of his hand, making him want to touch even more of her. He reached out his fingers toward her other breast and brushed her nipple. Her sharp hiss against his neck only emboldened him. Keeping their hands entwined, he pinched the swelling bud between his thumb and forefinger. Her hips jolted toward him, pressing against his erection.
    Dio , so responsive.
    “Did you like how that felt, cara ?”
    “I…” Her breathy whisper was expelled as her chest rose and fell, making the contact against his hand even more tantalizing.
    When she paused, he probed, “Answer honestly.”
    She pulled away and looked up at him, her brow furrowed. “I…I think that’s enough dancing.” She backed away, toward the safety of the booth—and Luke.
    Before she turned away, he saw her nipples in sharp relief against the sweater dress. He knew his own arousal was no less obvious, and saw her cheeks grow even pinker when she glanced down at his bulging crotch.
    Denying her arousal only made him want to entice her to explore her sexuality even more. A challenge. He wished there was time to take her in hand and show her what her body truly craved. But that couldn’t happen—unless he could convince her to leave her safe little world here.
    Marc decided to give her the space she wanted, for now, while he paid a visit to the head to regain control of his wayward cock. Lord knew she’d be safe from sexual advances with Luke. The man seriously hadn’t looked