Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

she knew Libby's private secrets, she'd reveal her own in turn.

    Sadly, yes. I stay away from him.

    I should be staying away from Ty. If he'd keep his mouth closed and just let me look, everything would be wonderful, Libby admitted.

    "What are you two doing?" Ty asked, as he escorted them from the restaurant.

    Libby winked at Elle. "Elle's telepathic. We were talking about you."

    He halted just outside the door, frowning, but regarding the two of them as if they were alien specimens under a microscope. "You're not serious, are you?"

    "Absolutely. Would you like Elle to talk to you?"

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    Tyson bit back his first reaction. Libby was pretty shaken up. There was no point in talking to her about living in the real world—not yet. "No." He let the door close behind them and made his way to the car.
    "I'll pass."

    He opened the door for Elle to climb into the backseat and stepped in front of Libby, preventing her from entering his car. His thighs pressed close and his body heat enveloped her. "On the other hand, at least you were discussing me. If you're talking telepathically about me, it has to be something really good." His voice had dropped another octave, sending a shiver of awareness down her spine.

    How did he do that? She wasn't a sexual creature, she'd always known it and accepted it. Joley oozed sex. Hannah took men's breath away. Elle could stop traffic. Her other sisters could step into a bar and every head would turn—but not Libby. She just wasn't like that. She didn't think or feel sexually. Men were colleagues and she was busy, too busy to try to tame her wild hair and put on makeup and pretend she had breasts. But every single time she looked at Tyson Derrick she melted, grew hot and had extraordinary erotic fantasies. She felt sexy even with her raccoon mask eyes, her burnt nose and wild hairdo. He could make a goat feel sexy.

    For heaven's sake, Libby, I can't keep a straight face. A goat?

    Libby burst out laughing. Stop reading my mind !

    You're broadcasting loud enough for the entire town to hear you. Elle definitely snickered.

    Tyson wrapped his arms around Libby and drew her against him, distracting her. He looked down at her with his blue eyes and his sexy sinful lips and she was fixating before she could stop herself, staring at his mouth, imagining the feel, the taste.

    "You shouldn't look at me like that, Libby," he cautioned, bending his head to hers until they were a breath apart.

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    of its own volition, her hand came up and with slow deliberation pressed against his sternum, and once again slid down to his cracked ribs. Heat spread between them.

    His lips brushed over hers, feather-light, taking the oxygen from the air. Her heart leapt and began to pound.

    Libby! Elle leaned into the front seat and hit the horn hard. The sound blasted Libby and Tyson apart.
    Elle glared at them through the window. "You're fogging up the windows."

    Ty rubbed the bridge of his nose. "We're not in the car. Technically, that's impossible."

    "Not really," Libby muttered and pulled open the door. "Sorry, Elle."

Chapter Seven

    "LIBBY Katherine Drake, you little hussy." Sarah Drake regarded her younger sister with a stern eye.
    "You stood out on the porch kissing that man for half an hour. You have whisker burn to go with the Rudolph nose."

    "Elle left me alone with him," Libby said. "It's her fault. She knew I had a weakness for him and she just went into the house and left me there. I deny all responsibility."

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    practically tearing his clothes off on the sidewalk outside the restaurant in front of the world."

    Hannah flung herself onto the floor, stretching out her long legs and smirking. "Libby has fallen."

    "I have not," Libby insisted. "I don't like him. It's pure sexual attraction and nothing else. He's just so hot and I can't resist. I'm using him for sex and throwing him away afterward."

    Laughter filled the room. "Right, Libby," Kate agreed. "You do that. It's so