to be. Olivia would never ever talk or even think like this. But, she thought with a sigh, she’d have to get used to a lot of changes from now on. Afternoons like this, lying around naked with Shane, she could get used to. Absolutely. She lowered her eyes to the Leo sign on her wrist. It was gone.
Olivia opened her eyes at the sound of Shane’s distant whisper above deck.
“She used a false name to rent a boat? Alfie, are you sure?”
Olivia’s heart began to pound. Shane had wasted no time informing the police about her. How could he one moment make scorching love to her and then the next blow the whistle on her? From then on Olivia knew she would never tell Shane who she was. He would never believe her.
If someone had tried to get rid of Hunter, Alfie would already be on his way with the questions. Olivia only hoped he would never know Hunter had a part in her kidnapping. She had to run. And fast.
Chapter Seven
When Shane returned below deck, she lay stretched like a panther, her feline eyes wide, watching him.
“Hey,” he greeted her with a grin as he bent for a kiss. At first she hesitated, but then met him halfway and pulled him down to deepen it. Christ, he wanted her again already. He hadn’t stopped wanting her. Watching her sleep and not touching her had been torture. Obviously, she was in big trouble. He’d called Alfie to let him know a killer wanted Hunter and given a description of her. Alfie had acted like Hunter incarnated the Holy Grail and was more dangerous than Mata Hari. He also told Shane to watch his back and keep in touch at all times. Shane had hung up on that warning.
Bloody ridiculous. Since when had there ever been secrets between them? It must have been something big for Alfie to act like that. Well, he’d soon find out.
Shane eyed her. If last night she had been wired and wild, this morning she slept, sated, and bearing the air of a woman who’d been royally fucked to the hilt. He still smelled their arousal on them, and combined with the view of her long legs and the memory of her, he grew rock hard all over again. He coaxed his cock down, but she yawned and stretched again, the hem of his T-shirt hiking over her pussy. He swallowed, his eyes riveted to her black heaven. This woman would break his heart. Man, he was glad she’d be sticking around.
“How are you doing?” he croaked.
“Mmm, I’m ravenous. Can you go get the food and clothes now please? I need to cover myself with something decent.”
Shane grinned, and he bent over her on the bed. “If it were up to me, I’d have you naked twenty-four-seven.” He circled her waist with one hand, the other cupping her chin to kiss her, trying to ignore the brushing of her breasts against his arm.
She pushed him away. “Clothes, then food, please.”
“Sure thing. What size are you?”
She eyed him uncertainly.
He grinned. “Never mind, I think I have an idea.”
“You do?”
“Babe, your body is imprinted in my mind, and I don’t even know your name, yet.”
“Hunter.”
“Hunter and then…?”
“Just Hunter,” she whispered and pulled him in for one more kiss—a hard one—before she let him go.
Shane grinned and touched his index finger to the tip of her nose. “Sure you don’t want to stay naked?” A smile turned up the corners of his mouth. He hadn’t done that in ages.
“When you get back, I’ll still be here, hopefully.”
“You’re safe. No one’s followed us. But in the event, I want you to use this.” He pulled a gun out from his duffel bag under the bed.
Her eyes widened, and she recoiled in horror. “Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly.”
“Let me show you. It’s easy.” He released the catch and showed her where to put her hands. “Always aim for the midsection to kill. The gun will lurch upward. If someone comes on board without permission, shoot first and ask questions later. Do you understand?”
Hunter eyed him, thin-lipped. “Okay. If you
Olivia opened her eyes at the sound of Shane’s distant whisper above deck.
“She used a false name to rent a boat? Alfie, are you sure?”
Olivia’s heart began to pound. Shane had wasted no time informing the police about her. How could he one moment make scorching love to her and then the next blow the whistle on her? From then on Olivia knew she would never tell Shane who she was. He would never believe her.
If someone had tried to get rid of Hunter, Alfie would already be on his way with the questions. Olivia only hoped he would never know Hunter had a part in her kidnapping. She had to run. And fast.
Chapter Seven
When Shane returned below deck, she lay stretched like a panther, her feline eyes wide, watching him.
“Hey,” he greeted her with a grin as he bent for a kiss. At first she hesitated, but then met him halfway and pulled him down to deepen it. Christ, he wanted her again already. He hadn’t stopped wanting her. Watching her sleep and not touching her had been torture. Obviously, she was in big trouble. He’d called Alfie to let him know a killer wanted Hunter and given a description of her. Alfie had acted like Hunter incarnated the Holy Grail and was more dangerous than Mata Hari. He also told Shane to watch his back and keep in touch at all times. Shane had hung up on that warning.
Bloody ridiculous. Since when had there ever been secrets between them? It must have been something big for Alfie to act like that. Well, he’d soon find out.
Shane eyed her. If last night she had been wired and wild, this morning she slept, sated, and bearing the air of a woman who’d been royally fucked to the hilt. He still smelled their arousal on them, and combined with the view of her long legs and the memory of her, he grew rock hard all over again. He coaxed his cock down, but she yawned and stretched again, the hem of his T-shirt hiking over her pussy. He swallowed, his eyes riveted to her black heaven. This woman would break his heart. Man, he was glad she’d be sticking around.
“How are you doing?” he croaked.
“Mmm, I’m ravenous. Can you go get the food and clothes now please? I need to cover myself with something decent.”
Shane grinned, and he bent over her on the bed. “If it were up to me, I’d have you naked twenty-four-seven.” He circled her waist with one hand, the other cupping her chin to kiss her, trying to ignore the brushing of her breasts against his arm.
She pushed him away. “Clothes, then food, please.”
“Sure thing. What size are you?”
She eyed him uncertainly.
He grinned. “Never mind, I think I have an idea.”
“You do?”
“Babe, your body is imprinted in my mind, and I don’t even know your name, yet.”
“Hunter.”
“Hunter and then…?”
“Just Hunter,” she whispered and pulled him in for one more kiss—a hard one—before she let him go.
Shane grinned and touched his index finger to the tip of her nose. “Sure you don’t want to stay naked?” A smile turned up the corners of his mouth. He hadn’t done that in ages.
“When you get back, I’ll still be here, hopefully.”
“You’re safe. No one’s followed us. But in the event, I want you to use this.” He pulled a gun out from his duffel bag under the bed.
Her eyes widened, and she recoiled in horror. “Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly.”
“Let me show you. It’s easy.” He released the catch and showed her where to put her hands. “Always aim for the midsection to kill. The gun will lurch upward. If someone comes on board without permission, shoot first and ask questions later. Do you understand?”
Hunter eyed him, thin-lipped. “Okay. If you
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