And if that isn’t enough, the couple’s dangerously handsome chauffeur, who looks more like a prize fighter than a car jockey, glowers at her as if she’s about to steal the silver. Zoe soon suspects he’s hiding secrets of his own, but can she uncover them in time to stop the escaped criminal who threatens them all?
Nick hesitated, as if weighing what she’d told him, then dropped his hands. “I should go.”
She knew then she didn’t want him to leave. He was so big and solid. So safe. “No, stay.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded and reached for his hands, placing them on her waist.
His touch remained light, almost reluctant. “I guess we could go into the living room and watch TV if you want.”
“I don’t want to watch TV.” She leaned forward and lifted her face.
His hands slid behind her back and pulled her against his chest as his mouth descended. Gone was the tentative, gentle lover who’d touched her cheek so softly only moments before. In his place was a powerful, hungry man, eager to taste all she was willing to give.
Zoë could do little more than hold on while his lips forged a hot trail down the side of her face, past her ear, and along her jaw before settling firmly on her mouth. Her brain switched to auto-pilot, and sensation took over. Like a match to kindling, tiny flames of desire spread until they threatened to envelop her. After a few minutes—or hours—Nick ended the kiss with a series of seductive little nips that did nothing to cool her off.
If that was a pre-date kiss, she might incinerate if they ever went on an official date.
When he loosened his grip, she eased back until she could see his face. A pair of deep lines creased his brow and disappeared beneath his bandage. He looked worried. Or angry. Not exactly the reaction a woman wanted from a man who had just singed every nerve ending in her body.
She crossed her arms in front of her chest, putting a few more inches between them. “Don’t tell me how we’re not going to do this again. That line’s getting old.”
He pulled her back into his arms and dropped a quick kiss on her forehead. “I wasn’t going to. I was going to say we’d better wrap this case up fast, because I don’t know how I’m going to survive until we do.”
“Good.” Her voice was muffled against his chest.
His laugh rumbled in her ear. “You want to see me suffer?”
“I should have known. Bloodthirsty as well as beautiful.”