call Patrick.”
Now his head was starting to ache. “What for?”
“To thank him for the dress. He has an amazing memory for details.”
“If you're trying to start a fight, I suggest you stop courting defeat. It's over between you and Patrick. Now take your tail upstairs and change.” However, he remembered how Patrick had touched her.
She looked at him daringly. “I'm wearing this dress and there's something you should know.”
He could still see her naked in Patrick's arms. His tone was harsh, “What?”
“Patrick came... for a visit,” she announced smoothing her hand suggestively over the dress.
His thoughts were dangerous for them and for himself. “Oh?”
“He left you a present.” She turned abruptly, switching towards the house.
Dylan moved to catch her and stopped in his tracks at the view of her naked back all the way down to the beginning swell of her round derriere. However, the nonexistent back of the dress wasn't the reason he couldn't move. An elaborate temporary tattoo displayed at the base of her spine is what had his feet glued to the stone patio. In exquisitely detailed calligraphy, someone had inked 'Dylan Savage, Kiss My...' across her lower back and had framed the phrase with curling pink-bloomed rose vines that disappeared beneath the fabric of the dress. A muscle at his jaw jerked, his fists clenched and to calm himself he admitted he deserved her angry antics for treating her cruelly. He prayed that since she'd had her type of revenge they'd now be even, hoped for both their sakes she wouldn't take this torture any further.
Carolina knew he'd seen the tattoo because he'd stopped walking and she goaded him, “He did it to me- Oops, I meant to say 'for me' yesterday in your bed.”
Behind his eyes, he saw flashes of light then the looming utter blackness. “Are you telling me you slept with Patrick?”
“We never did sleep,” she baited him, sashaying seductively away with every intention of joining the engagement party.
Dylan, on the other hand, had something else on his mind...
Chapter 9
His head was filled with images of Patrick's hands moving along the bare skin of Carolina's backside. He could imagine the other man straddling her hips, moving in close to stroke his tool around her flesh and he wanted to kill them both. Dylan grabbed her from behind and whirled her to face him. Maintaining the grip he had on her upper arms he gave her a rough shake saying angrily, “You're not going into that party dressed
Now his head was starting to ache. “What for?”
“To thank him for the dress. He has an amazing memory for details.”
“If you're trying to start a fight, I suggest you stop courting defeat. It's over between you and Patrick. Now take your tail upstairs and change.” However, he remembered how Patrick had touched her.
She looked at him daringly. “I'm wearing this dress and there's something you should know.”
He could still see her naked in Patrick's arms. His tone was harsh, “What?”
“Patrick came... for a visit,” she announced smoothing her hand suggestively over the dress.
His thoughts were dangerous for them and for himself. “Oh?”
“He left you a present.” She turned abruptly, switching towards the house.
Dylan moved to catch her and stopped in his tracks at the view of her naked back all the way down to the beginning swell of her round derriere. However, the nonexistent back of the dress wasn't the reason he couldn't move. An elaborate temporary tattoo displayed at the base of her spine is what had his feet glued to the stone patio. In exquisitely detailed calligraphy, someone had inked 'Dylan Savage, Kiss My...' across her lower back and had framed the phrase with curling pink-bloomed rose vines that disappeared beneath the fabric of the dress. A muscle at his jaw jerked, his fists clenched and to calm himself he admitted he deserved her angry antics for treating her cruelly. He prayed that since she'd had her type of revenge they'd now be even, hoped for both their sakes she wouldn't take this torture any further.
Carolina knew he'd seen the tattoo because he'd stopped walking and she goaded him, “He did it to me- Oops, I meant to say 'for me' yesterday in your bed.”
Behind his eyes, he saw flashes of light then the looming utter blackness. “Are you telling me you slept with Patrick?”
“We never did sleep,” she baited him, sashaying seductively away with every intention of joining the engagement party.
Dylan, on the other hand, had something else on his mind...
Chapter 9
His head was filled with images of Patrick's hands moving along the bare skin of Carolina's backside. He could imagine the other man straddling her hips, moving in close to stroke his tool around her flesh and he wanted to kill them both. Dylan grabbed her from behind and whirled her to face him. Maintaining the grip he had on her upper arms he gave her a rough shake saying angrily, “You're not going into that party dressed