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“Yeah.”

“Then why is the book still open?”

“Just skimming over it again.” Kyle cleared his throat and he sounded almost embarrassed.

“You wouldn’t happen to be rereading the sex scenes, would you?” I teased, and my face heated at my question. I was grateful my head was still on his shoulder and I was looking at the book so he couldn’t see my face.

“What? They’re hot.”

Oh. My. God. He was. I would’ve laughed if I wasn’t so shocked.

“I normally skip those parts when I’m reading in public.”

“Really?” He drew the word out. “Is there a specific reason why?”

“Like you said, they’re hot.”

I was telling the truth and I’d learned never to read a Susan Stoker sex scene in public. Those were saved for the privacy of my own home.

We were both silent for a moment before Kyle said, “Maybe you should close your eyes and try to get some more sleep.”

“Why?” I asked even though I was still tired, and his suggestion sounded great.

“Either that or we need to change the subject.” His tone was gruff, and I could swear his voice had grown deeper.

“What subject?”

Kyle groaned before he mumbled, “Sex.”

He closed the book and laid it on his lap, causing my eyes to follow. Now I was wondering what he was trying to cover up with my paperback. And if he was hiding what I thought he was, how did I feel about my favorite book resting against his crotch while he had a hard-on? I didn’t have to think on it too hard because I really, really, liked the idea a lot. And that was a whole new level of psychotic.

Don’t go there, Anaya.

“Sleep sounds like a good idea,” I muttered.

“Sweet dreams, Anaya.” Now his voice wasn’t just gruff, it was thick with lust. I may not have a bunch of experience with men, but I knew what turned on sounded like, and Kyle sounded turned on.

I didn’t think my dreams would be sweet, they’d undoubtedly be filled with hot sex. Not that I had firsthand knowledge about what hot sex was, but a girl could dream.

I closed my eyes thinking about the book Kyle had read, and could easily picture myself as the heroine. But in my version, Kyle was my mountain hero. He was my lethal mercenary. And the sex wouldn’t be hot, it’d be wild and out of control.

My breath caught in my lungs and my muscles seized.

Again, what in the world was wrong with me? Why was I torturing myself? It had been years, and I mean, many, many years since I’d had sex. Now I was fantasizing about a man I just met? One whose sole purpose was to protect me. One who had zero interest in me. One who I needed to stop thinking about altogether—but most especially about wishing we could have hot, wild, and out of control sex. Which wasn’t even an option for so many reasons it was sad. Even if he offered it to me, I couldn’t do it because I was a freak who couldn’t stand being touched.

God, why was I so screwed up?

I needed to get my head on straight before things became awkward.

Chapter 4

Thank fuck, we were off that plane.

Sitting next to Anaya for the last twenty-five hours had been brutal.

Brutal for my throbbing dick. Brutal on my nervous system. Pure torture.

She was as sweet and funny as she was beautiful.