Killian drew back from the kiss. They were both breathing hard again. “If you keep that up, we’re never going to leave this bed.”
She traced her finger over his chest. “Is that an option?”
A beautiful woman wanted to spend the day with him in bed and he was about to turn her down. This situation was so fucked up.
“When this is all finished, we can spend a whole week in bed.” It was easy to picture her in his giant bed. No scratchy, low-rent sheets. Soft cotton and a mattress that didn’t poke them with springs.
Her blue eyes sparkled. “A whole week? That sounds like a challenge.”
She draped her leg over his thigh.
He’d been semi-hard already, but the press of her soft flesh against him sent the blood rushing back to his erection.
“Why don’t we make sure you’re up for it, Mr. St. John?”
She began to move and all thoughts of turning her down fled.
Chapter33
Killian and Dizziesat in a back corner of Razor Jack’s. They were still in disguise but stayed in the shadows.
Now he wore shocking red pants with a purple shirt. Dizzie had laughed when she’d seen him.
On the other hand, his heart had practically stopped when she’d stepped out in her disguise. She’d paired leather pants with the heels. His buttonless yellow shirt was tied at her midriff. The open edges played peekaboo with her bra. Her breasts were lifted up like an offering.
It had taken an act of will to restrain the urge to keep her for himself. He’d settled for a deep kiss and the knowledge that she was wrapped in his clothes.
That primal need to mark her should worry him. It didn’t. She was his. The lines between enemy and lover had blurred. He’d deal with that later.
“You haven’t heard a word I said, have you?” Exasperation colored his voice.
Dizzie blushed. “I got distracted. Sorry.”
He’d forgive any distraction that put that pink in her skin.
“Being out in public like this is a risk,” he said.
“I know, but I can’t handle being locked up in that tiny room any longer.” She shook her head and the curls bounced around her face. “Plus, how else are we supposed to get information about the bombing if we’re back in our room?”
Valid point. The bartender had informed them that information about the reward had been released last night. The Jack would act as intermediary.
She continued, her lips near his ear. “How about we stake out the bar a few hours at a time? Keep an ear out for any chatter.”
His gut clenched at putting her in danger. Still, asking her to stay put didn’t provide the desired results.
“Okay. We can always get a table in the back and we take meals in our room.”
“It’s a deal.” She stretched her hand across the table.
He took it eagerly, curling his fingers around hers. He lifted her hand, intending to bring it to his lips.
The front door flew open, flooding the bar with light and killing the moment.
“Shut the damn door!” a patron yelled.
Killian released her hand and turned toward the door.
Someone else got up and crossed to the door. Shadows flashed in the band of light and there were a couple of thumps, then the man skidded across the floor on his back.
