Page 180 of Runaway Hearts: Seduced by Danger

“I just need to wash up first.”

I want those hands on me.

Powerful, dirty hands. I swallow. Ignited by a man cleaning his gun. Back in fugitive status in a few seconds.

Kai stands confidently with a smirk, knowing full well the effect he has on me. His eyes glisten with mischief as I struggle to keep myself under control. Two years on a boat with him will surely destroy any shred of self-respect I have left.

We’re going to fuck like rabbits. Especially if he ogles me with this kind of satisfied and perverse glow. Every inch of him is screaming for me to touch him.

No. Absolutely not.

Or... maybe?

My body no longer obeys my mind as I watch him move around the room.

The moment breaks when Kai heads to the bathroom to wash his hands. I focus on reading through our information instead of giving in to my desires and pressing him against the wall to devour his mouth with mine. I know that’s what he wants.

“Before we leave, we should review our information just in case anything goes wrong,” Kai suggests.

“Good idea.”

I sit on the bed with the boxes and start reading my life. Focused, I sense Kai’s weight on the bed. He takes a pile of papers and looks at them without looking at them. He glances at me often, making my heart go wild. His gaze glides over me as if studying my curves, recording each line. It’s superb for my ego.

“So, where did you grow up?” I ask to cut the tension.

“Vancouver. And you?”

“Calgary. My parents are of Mexican heritage. Luckily, I speak Spanish.”

“I don’t know a single word of Spanish.”

“Well, if you want to run away with me to the Caribbean, baby, you’ll have to learn,” I tease.

Kai freezes, his sun-like eyes staring at me intensely.

Did I say something wrong?

“What?” I ask innocently.

He shakes his head with a sigh, but I can see the grin on his face. “We’re definitely going to Mexico to buy that tequila you had the night I came back.”

“And maybe we can get a dog?” I suggest with hope.

“In a couple of months,” Kai confirms, his smile making my heart do somersaults and igniting a fiery desire in my core.

“I’m a writer; that’s great.”

“I’m playing the stock market,” he says, discouraged, as he pulls out a book on the stock markets.

“What’s wrong?”

“I know nothing about it.”

“Come on, it’s just like being a criminal,” I joke. “Take advantage of the market to make the most profit. Don’t let your emotions get involved. It’s in your blood.”

“You think highly of me,” Kai says sarcastically.

“Oh, stop it. I just think you’d be good at it,” I assure him with a smirk.

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