Page 22 of Raphael (Belles & Mobsters 5)

It probably worked in their favor because they were able to move among the general public without being spotted. And those darn feds were supposed to protect me from the cartel. Any fucking cartel. And here I had a leader of one laying right on top of me.

Literally!

I wondered if I’d get myself into more trouble if I just dug the mace out of my purse and sprayed this guy’s gorgeous face with it. You know, just to make him a tad bit less attractive. Though it wouldn’t take away from his hard, muscular body.

Jesus Christ. I had lost my brain somewhere in this explosion.

“Are you done with your questions?” he asked, amused. “Should we get going before we start getting shot at again?”

The man was like a heating blanket, turned up to the highest voltage. A large, muscular body covered me as debris fell all around us. And the only damn thing I could think about was that I hadn’t made a will and that this guy was so fucking hot.

I was an idiot.

He was refined and deadly. His breathing didn’t even speed up, while I panted here ready to pass out.

From fear or lust, I wasn’t sure.

Everywhere our bodies touched made my skin sensitive, scrambling my senses. Confusing me. The way his strong body pressed against mine, his solid wall of muscles pushed against my soft ones. It fucking turned me on.

Such bad timing, Sailor. I scolded myself.

Of all the fucking times for my body to wake up from its dormant behavior, it decided to respond and get all hot for this man.

For Raphael fucking Santos!

A soft groan left my lips and those blue eyes that appeared even brighter against that dark, olive skin snapped to me. Jesus, each time I looked at him, I swore my panties caught fire. He wasn’t only tall, handsome, and well-built. But something about his firm jaw adorned with a shadow of stubble and that dark hair just rattled something deep inside me.

There was just something about him that struck me as very familiar. Like a long lost memory that I couldn’t quite hone in on.

My brows furrowed as I searched through my mind when his voice interrupted. “You hurt?”

The edge to his voice sent shivers down my spine and his hand tightened around me. His hot breath on my skin, his warmth and masculine scent had my body going into some kind of overdrive. He smelled so damn good, it made me want to nuzzle my face into his neck and lick his skin. Like Aguardiente,this crazy black licorice alcoholic drink I tried once. Yes, he smelled good, likeall warm hot-blooded male.

Another groan.

God, why a mobster? My body should have reacted to a nice, decent man. To Aaron Kennedy, for example. Everyone expected that union. It was the right move, everyone said. Well, everyone but my best friends. The truth was that Aaron and I never really dated. At least not in the classical way. We got along well enough. He never attempted to have sex with me and that alone made him the perfect boyfriend. When he needed dates for official, political occasions, I’d be there for him and likewise. The media made their own conclusions and neither one of us bothered contradicting them. Yes, he’d kiss me and we attempted to fool around once or twice, but it was awkward. I wasn’t experienced but I could tell he was uncomfortable. Maybe he could sense panic each time he touched me; I didn’t know. Either way, we never discussed it.

Regardless, I couldn’t be getting all hot and horny for a mobster. I’d made it my mission to take them down. Not sleep with them.

Although-

Cut the shit, Sailor,I scolded myself.

“Sailor,” he gritted. “Are. You. Hurt?” His voice was deep, velvety, and so masculine. I could only imagine how good it would sound as he-

I cut the train of my thoughts. It was definitely going in the wrong direction. This man wasn’t my type. Not by a mile.

Yet my body couldn’t seem to process that message.

“No. I’m fine.”

He stood back up again and helped me up. His arm wrapped around my waist, his eyes alert on the situation around us. The damn courthouse was in disarray. Screams, sirens, and the occasional shot in the distance. I had a bad feeling about this.

“Let’s get out of here.” He nudged me to the left. His eyes lowered to my feet and I followed his gaze. Damn heels! “Want me to carry you?”

My brows shot up.

“Like over your shoulder?” Then realizing what just came out of my mouth, I shook my head. “No. I’m fine. Just another day on the job.”

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