now.”
Right. She realized her claws were out and that burning black eyes were imprinted in her memory. “He was scared of you.”
“He should be.”
“ I’m the vampire, but he was scared of you.” She turned and caught his arm with her right hand. Her left still gripped the sheet and held it just above her breasts. “Before I go anywhere with you, I want to know just what the hell you are.”
That same grim smile tilted the corners of his perfect lips. “I just told you, sweet, I’m your guardian.”
“Bull.”
He turned away, those strong shoulders shrugging, and her gaze dipped down the taunt lines of his back. Golden flesh, muscle, and—scars.
Bright, angry red scars. Two of them—each about seven inches long—sliced right along his shoulder blades.
“What happened to you?” The scars were still fresh and damn vicious.
He grabbed a T-shirt and yanked it over his head. “I made a mistake.” He pulled another shirt out of a small gray duffel bag and tossed it to her.
She caught it and her fingers squeezed the soft cotton. “What kind of mistake?”
This time he tossed her underwear—her bra and panties. His gaze lasered on her. “The kind I won’t make again.”
Right. Nice and mysterious and broody. Keenan was sure striking her as a broody kind of guy. She let the sheet fall and saw his eyes widen when he stared at her naked flesh. Uh, huh. Look. “You realize that tells me nothing.”
He didn’t speak. His eyes locked on her breasts as he took a step forward.
“Don’t even think about it,” she whispered. “Guardians are supposed to guard, not touch.”
That light flush stained his cheeks again. “Maybe we do both.”
Her nipples pebbled. Down, girl. She still didn’t know him. Sure, she’d tasted him, but she hadn’t gotten so much as a whiff of his past or his current life with that drink.
He could be anyone. Anything.
No matter how sexy, she couldn’t.
Yet.
“Why’d you strip me?” She put the shirt he’d given her on the table, then pulled up her panties. She took her time hooking her bra.
He licked his lips. “I had to bathe you ... to get the blood off.”
Nicole didn’t remember that. Actually, the last thing she remembered was that truck ride from hell. “Guess I should thank you for that.” She just kept on owing the guy. At this rate, her tab was going to be huge. Suspicion whispered through her. “Just what all did you touch while you were bathing me?”
The bra was in place, pushing up her breasts. Yes, his gaze was still on them. Men, supernaturals or humans, were always the same.
“Not enough,” he muttered.
Her eyes narrowed.
“When I touch you with sex in mind, you’ll know it, sweet.”
He seemed so confident. But why did she see a slight tremble in his fingers?
He spun, giving her his back and showing her those red scars again. “If we stay any longer, the cops will be here.”
“I can handle Mexican cops.”
He laughed, a rusty, rough sound. “Maybe, if we were in Mexico.”
Oh, no. She shoved her hands into the sleeves of the shirt and popped her head through the top. The shirt swallowed her and smelled like him. Her fingers rubbed the bottom of the T-shirt. “Tell me, please tell me that you didn’t drag me into the U.S.”
“Yeah, you’re welcome. When you passed out, I saved your butt and got you out of Mexico—and away from the locals there who were out for your blood.”
She yanked up her jeans. In seconds, she’d found her boots. Nicole managed to shove her feet inside them just before he grabbed her arm and they stumbled through the broken door.
And, yes, sure enough, the wail of a siren was already cutting through the night. She stayed quiet while they stuck to the shadows and hurriedly jumped into the truck. They eased out of the lot, driving nice and slow, and cruised right by the black-and-white patrol car that raced into the hotel’s parking zone.
Nicole waited a minute, then five more, and as the
Right. She realized her claws were out and that burning black eyes were imprinted in her memory. “He was scared of you.”
“He should be.”
“ I’m the vampire, but he was scared of you.” She turned and caught his arm with her right hand. Her left still gripped the sheet and held it just above her breasts. “Before I go anywhere with you, I want to know just what the hell you are.”
That same grim smile tilted the corners of his perfect lips. “I just told you, sweet, I’m your guardian.”
“Bull.”
He turned away, those strong shoulders shrugging, and her gaze dipped down the taunt lines of his back. Golden flesh, muscle, and—scars.
Bright, angry red scars. Two of them—each about seven inches long—sliced right along his shoulder blades.
“What happened to you?” The scars were still fresh and damn vicious.
He grabbed a T-shirt and yanked it over his head. “I made a mistake.” He pulled another shirt out of a small gray duffel bag and tossed it to her.
She caught it and her fingers squeezed the soft cotton. “What kind of mistake?”
This time he tossed her underwear—her bra and panties. His gaze lasered on her. “The kind I won’t make again.”
Right. Nice and mysterious and broody. Keenan was sure striking her as a broody kind of guy. She let the sheet fall and saw his eyes widen when he stared at her naked flesh. Uh, huh. Look. “You realize that tells me nothing.”
He didn’t speak. His eyes locked on her breasts as he took a step forward.
“Don’t even think about it,” she whispered. “Guardians are supposed to guard, not touch.”
That light flush stained his cheeks again. “Maybe we do both.”
Her nipples pebbled. Down, girl. She still didn’t know him. Sure, she’d tasted him, but she hadn’t gotten so much as a whiff of his past or his current life with that drink.
He could be anyone. Anything.
No matter how sexy, she couldn’t.
Yet.
“Why’d you strip me?” She put the shirt he’d given her on the table, then pulled up her panties. She took her time hooking her bra.
He licked his lips. “I had to bathe you ... to get the blood off.”
Nicole didn’t remember that. Actually, the last thing she remembered was that truck ride from hell. “Guess I should thank you for that.” She just kept on owing the guy. At this rate, her tab was going to be huge. Suspicion whispered through her. “Just what all did you touch while you were bathing me?”
The bra was in place, pushing up her breasts. Yes, his gaze was still on them. Men, supernaturals or humans, were always the same.
“Not enough,” he muttered.
Her eyes narrowed.
“When I touch you with sex in mind, you’ll know it, sweet.”
He seemed so confident. But why did she see a slight tremble in his fingers?
He spun, giving her his back and showing her those red scars again. “If we stay any longer, the cops will be here.”
“I can handle Mexican cops.”
He laughed, a rusty, rough sound. “Maybe, if we were in Mexico.”
Oh, no. She shoved her hands into the sleeves of the shirt and popped her head through the top. The shirt swallowed her and smelled like him. Her fingers rubbed the bottom of the T-shirt. “Tell me, please tell me that you didn’t drag me into the U.S.”
“Yeah, you’re welcome. When you passed out, I saved your butt and got you out of Mexico—and away from the locals there who were out for your blood.”
She yanked up her jeans. In seconds, she’d found her boots. Nicole managed to shove her feet inside them just before he grabbed her arm and they stumbled through the broken door.
And, yes, sure enough, the wail of a siren was already cutting through the night. She stayed quiet while they stuck to the shadows and hurriedly jumped into the truck. They eased out of the lot, driving nice and slow, and cruised right by the black-and-white patrol car that raced into the hotel’s parking zone.
Nicole waited a minute, then five more, and as the
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