Barefoot With a Bodyguard by Roxanne St. Claire

Author:Roxanne St. Claire [Claire, Roxanne St.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780990860730
Publisher: South Street Publishing
Published: 2015-06-14T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

It wasn’t enough. And, holy hell, that terrified Kate because…what would be enough?

As if she didn’t know.

She closed her eyes, but the view she’d been staring at stayed burned in reverse behind her eyelids, the crescent moon black instead of a slice of white, a star or planet burning bright right next to it. Those celestial beings shed very little light, but Kate had been out on the dark patio long enough to have her night vision and still be able to see the sands and water of Barefoot Bay.

She’d cautiously avoided Alec all afternoon and evening, studying in her room—well, trying to study. Each of them ate, alone and separately, a delicious and spicy lasagna Poppy had left in the fridge. It wasn’t a truce or anger or even an uncomfortable silence that kept Kate from her bodyguard.

It was the fact that she wanted more of him and too much time with him and, well, it was so tacky to beg. But she might beg for more. More of his mouth and hands. More of his hard body. More of his…

And not just that, she thought with a little splash of adrenaline. She wanted more of what was on the inside. She wanted to know what made him tick. Why did he seem so strong and commanding one minute and so vulnerable the next? Why was he scared of touching her, yet his fingers had been beyond capable of bringing her right to orgasm on his lap?

She just wanted—

“I don’t suppose you’d want to take a walk.”

She turned from the blackness of the night sky to see Alec’s powerful silhouette in the open doors, lit by a single light in the living area. He wore a T-shirt and shorts that came just below his knees. He must have changed and even sneaked one of his pool baths while she was hiding out, because he seemed fresh and clean and…hot.

After her shower, she’d changed into a thin linen skirt that skimmed her ankles and a loose sleeveless top, skipping a bra she barely needed anyway. But maybe she should put one on before walking barefoot in the moonlight with him.

Or maybe not.

“I’d love to,” she said, surprised at how huskily her voice came out.

He reached out a hand, silent.

And, God help her, she walked to him, took his hand, and let him lead her to the door. As he opened it, he brushed her bare shoulder with his knuckle, making her shiver involuntarily.

“It is a little cooler when the sun goes down,” he said. “You need a sweater or something?”

Something like a bra. “I’m okay.” Her gaze moved to the entry table where she’d dropped the sheer red fabric she’d taken from the massage cabana. “This will work,” she said, grabbing it as a wrap.

“Your Superwoman cape,” he teased.

“It did the job,” she agreed, then caught the inadvertent double entendre. “I mean, of covering your hands in front of Madame What’s-Her-Name.”

“My hands…” His voice drifted off, the thought unfinished,

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