Page 19 of Sinning for Santa

“Why? What’s wrong with little mouse?” I ask innocently before shooting her a wink. “I think it suits you.”

“It does not. It makes me seem like I’m weak.”

My brows shoot high. “Hell, love. There’s nothing weak about you. You’re a feisty, fiery little thing, I’ll give you that.”

At my words, her own brows shoot up for a beat before her scowl returns.

“Where are you taking me?” she asks, trying to change the conversation, and I bite back my laugh this time.

“I’ll tell you what.” I grin as we pass another lone truck on the freeway. “I’ll tell you exactly where I’m taking you, if you tell me exactly why you went to see Father Peters tonight.”

She scoffs in disbelief. “How about I tell the first person I see that you just killed two men in a church.”

And again, I’m fucking laughing.

This girl. She’s hilarious.

I’m not sure I’ve ever met someone that can be so timid, yet so sensual and so feisty in one sexy little package.

“And what do you think will happen to you if you go around telling people what you saw tonight?” I ask.

“What does it matter? You’re going to kill me anyway. You’re probably driving me out of town to do just that,” she snaps. “Will you make me dig my own grave in the middle of the bush somewhere before you shoot me in the head?”

“Well, someone’s been watching too many true crime dramas.” I point out.

“That’s why it’s called true crime, because it actually happens in real life.” She counters, and I can’t help but laugh again.

“Since you think you’ve got me all figured out, little mouse, what have you got to lose by telling me why you went to confession tonight?”

“How about my dignity?”

“You didn’t seem to have much dignity when I had my thigh pressed between your legs.”

Her dark lashes flutter as she shoots her gaze out the passenger window again, trying to hide the fact that her cheeks are most likely on fire.

Fuck, I wish I could see them. I wish I could see how the red tints her skin. I wonder if it travels up her neck and reaches the tips of her ears, giving her feelings away to anyone that is watching.

“Come on, love. You didn’t seem that shy in the confessional. Why have things changed now?”

Anger flares to life as her head darts back in my direction,those big blue eyes wide with fury.

“You tricked me,” she snaps. “You told me to kiss you. You said that you were about to die, and yet you knew damn well you weren’t going to.” She shakes her head like she’s angry at herself. “I know now you knew you weren’t going to.”

“I might have died. Those men might have had one up on me that could have killed me before I even fired my gun so that may just have been my last kiss.”

“But it wasn't.”

I frown. “So you wish me dead, is that it? You give me a kiss and wish me dead.” Her expression contorts into shame, but I stop that in its tracks. “Ah, woman. You are so cruel.” I slap my hand over my chest, feigning a wounded heart.

And that’s when I see the slight tug of her lips.

I nearly made her smile.

“I have to say, love, as far as last kisses go, it was fucking hot. Sent the blood straight to my cock which made it really fucking hard to leap out like a hero and shoot those motherfuckers.”

She rolls her eyes. “You didn’t seem to have much trouble from where I was sitting.”

I wag my brows. “Were you checking out my arse?”

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