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“What in the hell are you talking about?”

“I find you really sexy.” A stark, unsettling truth. “And maybe it’s the adrenaline. Maybe it’s the fear. Or maybe it’s some weird Stockholm thing.”

He growled.

She even found that rumbly sound to be sexy. “Why did you kiss me in the street?”

His stare went to her mouth. It seemed to do that, a lot.

“You could have just knocked me out with your drugs. Done that without the kiss.” The kiss that was burned in her mind. “Why did you do it?”

“Because I wanted to know how you’d taste.”

“And how did I taste?” Why was she asking these questions? She shook her head. “No, stop. I just—forget I said anything about that. Forget the kiss.”

“Hard to do.” He kept right on caging her. “Especially since you’re about to share my bed.”

Luna felt her eyes double in size. “What?”

“You and me, sweetheart. We’re sharing a bed.”

Chapter Four

“The handcuffs are unnecessary.”

“Um.”

“Completelyunnecessary.” She rolled toward him. Toward him in the bed they shared. She also dramatically lifted and shook the handcuffs. One cuff around her wrist. One cuff around his. “I told you that I wouldn’t run again.”

“You did say that, yes.” He’d killed the lights in the small bedroom. Locked the window. Shut the door. Stripped down to just his pants and boxers.

She had showered. Those muddy feet had needed cleaning. And her clothes had gotten caked with mud and who the hell knew what else. So when she’d come out of the shower, with her hair wet and her cheeks flushed, he’d given her his shirt to wear.

It swallowed her.

He was pretty sure she still had on her bra and panties. Pretty sure because they were both black, and he’d seen the black bra through the white dress shirt.

Sexy as fuck.

He was finding way too many things about his new target to besexy as fuck.

“I get that you’re my hitman bodyguard.”

“That’s not a thing.”

“It seems to be. According to Grayson—Agent Stone—it’s a thing. It’s a thing that you are. And considering that I don’t want to befor real dead, I promise, I’m not running from you.” She inched a little closer.

A bad mistake. The woman had no idea just how badly he wanted to pounce on her.

How did I taste?

Her question rolled through his head again.Oh, Luna, you tasted like the best damn temptation ever.

He should not have kissed her on the New Orleans street. Heneverdid shit like that. But he’d wanted her. And for once, he hadn’t cared about holding back. He’d just wanted to take something for himself.

He’d wanted Luna.

He still did want her.

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