Page 56 of Kiss of Magic

“No.”

“Maybe my pockets?”

“Easier if you stand.”

He got to his feet and lifted his bound hands. She barely reached his chin. She moved close and he caught a hint of herscent again. Spring fresh. Definitely better than the aroma of the room they were in. She drew her hands over his front jeans pockets.

“You might have to check inside,” he told her. She met his gaze, startled.

“Seriously?”

“Just watch out for the trouser snake.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Don’t worry, it won’t bite.”

She realised he was laughing at her. Gods, when had she become this skittish around him? Was it because he’d stroked her into an orgasm and seemed completely unaffected by it? Well, screw him.

She’d been with loads of men.Loads.She wasn’t an innocent virgin. She was seven decades old, for fuck’s sake.

Briskly, she pushed her fingers into his front pockets, ignoring his low chuckle. She couldn’t avoid grazing his manhood and her face flooded with heat. She snatched her hands away.

“Nothing there,” she told him coldly.

“You sure about that?”

“Nothing of any importance, I assure you.”

“Ouch. Check my back.”

He turned and she ran her palms over his shoulders and down his spine.

“Nothing.”

“Back pockets?”

On his butt. Great. Dani gazed at his backside.

“I swear if you’re doing this to mess with me…”

“If there’s nothing there we’ll call it a day. But I’m certain I’m being tracked, I have to figure out how.”

Reluctantly, she ran her hands over his taut buttocks.

“You have a real nice touch, Blue.”

“Drop dead.” She froze. “Hang on.”

She slid her hand into his right back pocket.

“You got something?”

She brought it out and showed him.

A little blue crystal balanced on the tip of her finger, barely the size of a baby’s fingernail. They both looked at it.

“Not like any tracker I’ve ever seen,” Blake said doubtfully. “I was expecting something electronic.”

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