Page 18 of Fierce Seas


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“For what?”

“Getting me involved in this,” he exclaimed, turning to face her. “You said some guy was after you, but I never imagined anything as dangerous as a crooked detective who’s fucking killed someone and wants to frame you for the murder.”

She cringed.

He was right.

She had no business dragging him into the middle of her horrendous drama.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, “and I mean that. If you can let me hang out at your house for a couple of days I’ll be able to think things through. Once I have a plan in my head I’ll be on my way. Scott, you’re not involved, and you don’t have to be.”

“That ship has sailed, Elizabeth. I already am. You’re a fugitive on my boat.”

“But you don’t have to take it any further.”

“I’m not sure that will make any difference.”

“You know what, forget I was here, forget what I told you, just forget the whole thing,” she exclaimed, overcome with frustration and fear. “Turn around and take me back to your base on St. Thomas. There are plenty of boats around. I’ll find another one to charter. I’ll be fine.”

“You think I’d do that?” he demanded, grabbing her by the arms. “You think I’d leave you to fend for yourself with that lunatic on your tail?”

Staring down at her big, blue, worried eyes, he found himself possessed by an overwhelming need to protect her.

He was also fighting the same hunger he’d felt six months before.

The need to clutch her hair and devour her mouth.

And spank her ass beet red.

His craving for her made no sense.

But he didn’t care.

Diving his lips on hers, he devoured her mouth in an endless, all-consuming kiss, then abruptly pulling back, he clutched a fistful of hair and pressed his mouth against her ear.

“Is there a man in your life? Someone back in L.A? Someone else who’s looking for you? Is Dan the only guy on your trail?”

“I have no one,” she panted, “but Dan works for the same man I did. A drug dealer, and he’s probably in cahoots with Dan to find me.”

“But Dan’s a cop.”

“Yeah, but he’s totally corrupt. I told you that.”

“Are you into drugs?”

“No, not at all, no, I swear.”

“Then why were you working for a dealer?”

“I was trying to help the police catch him, but please, can I tell you about that later?”

Though common sense screamed at him to walk away, Scott meant what he’d said. He wasn’t about to leave her at the mercy of the bad-tempered detective. But motivating him more was how glad he was she’d returned, and having her in his arms. Sliding his hand quickly down her body, he slid his fingers inside her shorts and into her pussy. She gasped, but didn’t try to pull away.

“Why are you so fucking wet?”

“I, uh, I’m not sure.”

“I told you not to lie to me,” he growled, swiftly pulling his hand out and landing a hard slap on the side of her thigh. “Why are you so wet?”

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