Page 69 of Runaway Hearts: Seduced by Danger

That makes Kai smile at me and approach to remove the last debris from my cleavage. “No,” he replies to the man in front of us. “Just got a little carried away.”

The cop grunts. “I expect this from teenagers, not grown adults.”

My laughter transforms into soft giggles. “Are we in trouble or something?” I ask, blinking my most innocent eyes at the policeman.

Kai’s hand slips in mine, and I stroke his palm with my thumb. His glare could burn the policeman down to ashes.

The officer sighs. “There won’t be any trouble as long as you keep it decent.”

Kai’s grip on my hand tightens momentarily before he lets go and steps back.

“Of course, officer.” I put on an inoffensive smile I’ve spent years working on. “We understand.” And I nod.

The cop nods once and leaves without another word.

When he walks away, Kai tugs at my hand. “Let’s get you cotton candy.”

Chapter 14

Sugar Rush

The fairground lights flicker against the night sky. Kai’s dark eyes never leave mine. Each step we take feels charged, like the world holds its breath, watching.

We weave through the crowd, the laughter and music a stark contrast to the pull between us.

The cotton candy stand comes into view, a splash of pink and blue amidst the twilight hues. I point toward it with a playful grin. Kai raises an eyebrow but obliges, steering us through the sea of people.

We reach the stand, and the vendor hands over a fluffy cloud of spun sugar. Kai watches me with a mix of amusement and something mysterious as I bite, the sweetness melting on my tongue.

“Have you ever tried it?” I ask.

“No,” he says, a rare softness breaking through his usual stoic demeanor.

I take an exaggerated gasp. “Unacceptable!” I tear off a piece, holding it up to his lips. “Try it.”

As soon as his lips close on my fingers, his eyes fixed on mine, I know I made a mistake. Because the motion of his lips puts a spell on me, andI imagine them closing on my own or wrapped around my clit instead. Or my nipples. Or anywhere on me, truly.

My sight is locked on that sinful tongue swirling on my index.

Pure madness.

Kai whispers Japanese words I don’t understand, but they make my insides liquify.

He sets the cotton candy down on a picnic table and reaches for my hands, guiding them to cup his face. Then, his palms trace a path down my arms and wrap around my shoulders before settling at my waist.

I struggle to keep my composure. My body betrays me as heat pools in too many places at once.

We stand, connected in the middle of fairground chaos, our bubble of connection and desire growing thicker by the second. His opened hands press into the small of my back, pulling me closer until our breaths mingle.

Everything but him blurs.

At the same moment, my fingers run onto the back of his head, and his lips brush against my upper lip. Just a gentle nudge, a test.

It’s not enough.

I respond by gripping his hair and pulling him closer. The tension we’ve been building explodes into a fevered urgency. Kai’s hold tightens as he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring mine with an eagerness that leaves me reeling.

He tastes like spun sugar and forbidden desires all rolled into one depraved, intoxicating flavor.

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