Page 67 of The Billionaire Who Saved My Cat From The Mafia

Frankie

Delish doesn’t even do it justice.

Not that I’m surprised, since everything we’ve donewitheach other andtoeach other in the last twelve hours has been out-of-this-world hot.

Everything about MacLaine is hot.

And right now, we’re lying on our backs on the mattress, out of breath and sweaty.I turn my head his way and find he’s already looking at me, quite seriously.

His expression is nearly back to the grumpy-pokerfaced baseline I remember.

“Everything okay, MacLaine?”

He shakes his head, then bursts into laughter, throwing a bent arm over his eyes.Which is sort of confusing.

“What?”I ask.

“You,” he mumbles.“Damn, Boots.I think I’ve met my match.”

I do my best not to flinch.I know he’s talking about our sexual compatibility—and he’s right—but I can’t be his “match” in any way at all.Even if I want to, which I do.

I can’t be anyone’s match.Not ever again.

“I’m starving,” I admit.

“So glad you said that.”He jumps up and out of the bed and puts on his pants and socks.

Even now, after enjoying many hours in the presence of a naked Kevin MacLaine, the sight is shocking.His ass is solid muscle, high and tight above his massive thighs and powerful calves.The rippling definition of his arms and torso—everything from his tailbone to his thick neck—is enough to make my mouth go dry.I watch him walk back to the fireplace.

“What’cha starin’ at, Boots?”

“I’m sure you’ve heard this before, but you’re a beautiful man.”

“So I’ve been downgraded?Last night I was a hunk-a-hunk-a-burnin’ love, and now I’m just beautiful.”

I smile.“You’re a beautiful hunk.How’s that?”

“Fine by me.I’m just damn glad you’re good with whatever I am.How many sandwiches would you like?”

“One should do it, thank you.”I rise from the mattress and grab my clothes off the floor.It’s strange to think that it was only hours ago that Special K ripped them off of me for the first time.It feels like that happened weeks ago.Months.

Like it’s been happening between us for years.

This isn’t good.Because it feels like this is how it’s always been and how it should always be.

“After we eat, I’d like to take you on a little tour of the ranch.”

I yank on the borrowed jeans, my skin prickling.I can’t go on a stroll.What if Niko’s waiting in the woods?I swallow hard.

“I…” I roll my eyes at how ridiculous I’m being.Niko’s not here.If he was, he’d have slipped in during the night and we’d both already be dead.But maybe not.“I should stick close to the cabin.”

Special K turns around, a divot between his brows.“We won’t go far.You’ll enjoy it.It’ll just be the two of us.”

I bite down on my lower lip.

“Scouts’ honor, Boots.”

I rest my hands on my hips.“I thought you were kicked out of the scouts.”