Hotter Than Hell

out electrical currents. I’m frozen by his touch and yet I want to jump up and ru

his hand away and gently lets

what day it

cement pillar out of someone after asking them qu

It comes out

e d

ly eighth.” This time it’s not a question. I’m gaining my bearings. My eyes

s and pieces that came through about him while I was an officer. He’s of mixed heritage—African American and Mexic

o the border towns within Mexico. His list of criminal activities is extensive. He’s also accepted within the echelon of the rich and

providing facial reconstruction to children in need. It’s also rumored that Moon’s criminal career began after he sought revenge against the rebels who killed his father. Somehow Moon manages to stay ten steps in front of the feds. Mix in his philanthropy with the poor and you

should keep these thoughts at bay, but the rush of heat that has flooded my veins, the

athing. It’s most likely not the best question. With my thr

my hair slides across his skin. “My men weren’t sure what to do with you. They went for Dandridge and

ridge. “Is

drid

u’ll be more amiable to allowing me to leave.” My words are r

e and he doesn’t ease my m

doesn’t require a physician.” He continues holding my hair, which

make of this. “Will h

my hair. I don’t breathe. “He’s been dropped at his ca

ape over my mouth. I’m a

“Dandridge hurt one of th

usband gets a little heavy-handed when mad. If Harry’s still

came

“On the dresser,” he says as he nods across the room. “Your pictures of Dandridge are worth a small

he pillows. “Why did you do that?”

r my temple in a slow circle that feels heavenly. The soothing touch makes me want to purr. My sexual awareness increases

y f

n to make a woman’s panties combust. I don’t know how to explain what happens as I fall into his eyes. Not fall—dive. My insides turn to slush. It’s like I’ve inhale

and forearms and across his equally defined torso. He untangles his fingers from my hair and rests his hand beside my hip. His other hand is on his knee. His fingers are long and powerful. A heavy gold ring with a large black stone

and lush—totally kissable lips, and there’s not a woman alive who wouldn’t want those lips on her. A small scar about a half-inch long is at the co

,” he murmurs. The q

’m a cop,” I say, and immediately I know I should have

sion. “I know exactly who you are, Miss Kinlock.” My name on his lips so

lide my hand beneath the sheet to see if it’s still there. My heart ra

rising panic. He’s too damn close fo

e? All I want to do is slide my tongue across his mouth and taste him. Instead, I glance up and meet his gaze. Death, my brain says. Irresistible, my heart snaps back. I would swear all th

ing to

nd Gomez will drive you home.” His lips briefly touch my f