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“Were those men hit men?” Sophie couldn’t help the rising note of panic in her voice. “Are there hit men after me? That’s just lovely.”
“Calm down, we don’t know nothing yet. That’s just assuming the worst.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to go to the police. The last time I sought their help they tossed me in jail. I just want to get off this bloody island!”
After a few beats of silence where nothing passed between them but their mingled breaths, Jimmy said, “You didn’t answer my question.”
“I told you, I don’t know who would have hired those men except for Bautista.”
“That’s not what I meant. I asked you what you were thinking about a few moments ago and you didn’t answer me.”
She kept her gaze trained past his shoulder. She refused to meet his eyes for fear she’d give her thoughts away.
Jimmy shifted, moving closer until his naked torso brushed the front of her dress.
Dear God, he smelled good, an earthy mix of musk and spices that made her want to curl up on top of him and bury her face in his neck.
The men chasing them moved back toward the front entrance.
“I think they’re leaving.” She touched Jimmy’s stomach meaning to urge him back a step, but he didn’t budge. She looked up at him and found his gaze inscrutable in the low light. “They’ve gone,” she said feebly. “We should go too before they realize we’ve tricked them and come back.” When she realized her fingers were lingering over the hard ridges of his abdomen, she pulled her hand away.
“You’re breathing heavy,” he said.
“Forgive me if I get a little breathless when I’m running for my life. Move out of my way.”
He didn’t budge. The grim line of his mouth quirked into a devastating half-smile. “I think you like me.”
Now that was an alarming thought. “I fancy you about as much as a gazelle fancies a cuddle with a lion.”
He let out a bark of laughter.
She tried to move past him, but his arm slid around her waist and hauled her forward. Her breasts crushed against his chest. Heated skin. Hard muscle. Smooth flesh. Her brain had no chance to form a coherent thought before his free hand cupped the back of her head and he pressed a long, firm kiss to her lips.
Sparks ignited where they touched, zinging through her body like a live wire. Her hands belonged to someone else as they drifted upward to slip around his neck. She pressed against him with a desperation she’d never felt before, eager to absorb his strength, his heat, his hardness. He tilted his head to change the angle of the kiss and suckled her lower lip. He was too much. Too close. Too sexy. Too potent.
She groaned low in her throat and stiffened when the sound registered in her brain.
Had she lost her mind? Jimmy Panama was not the sort of man she would ever have any interest in romantically. He might have fine abs, but he was inappropriate on every other level.
So why was she still kissing him?
She tore her mouth away from his and seethed, “Get off me! You…You…”
“What’s the matter? Lose your tongue down my throat?”
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