Page 9 of Kane's Bounty
“What are they, Lena?”
“How do I trust you?” she asked.
One side of his mouth quirked up. “It’s a leap of faith, sweetheart. It always is.”
“I trusted Oscar and now he wants to kill me, and frankly, that’s not the worst of his crimes against me.”
His frown returned. “I can say you can trust me, Lena, but ultimately you have to decide. At this point, all I can promise you is I will keep your secrets and get you safely back to the Boston justice department.”
“And the other?” She let her mind open up so he could feel her desire.
“That will be entirely up to you.” He leaned so his backside was to the aisle, took her hand and placed it firmly on his straining fly. “I think you know what I want.”
Swallowing hard in order to draw breath again, Lena wished she had met him in another life. “At least we have one thing we can agree on, Kane.”
He groaned and squeezed her hand over his cock.
Through the denim, he felt enormous. She salivated at the idea of sucking him deep into her throat.
“Please stop,” he begged. “Your hand I can take, but the things flying through that dirty mind of yours are going to have me embarrassing myself right here in this fancy, first-class seat.
She giggled and pulled her hand away. Trying to remember the last time she had flirted with a man or giggled, it was too long ago to recall.
“Tell me about Oscar Thorn?” Kane asked.
Just talking about her ex made her skin crawl. “What do you want to know?”
“How did you meet?”
She sighed. “He showed up in my hometown. I’m from a little town in New Jersey. He was worldly and beautiful and he swept me off my feet. He even charmed my grandmother into believing he loved me. As it turned out, he was only after the stones. He took them as soon as we were married and all his pretenses ended. Then, when he realized he couldn’t work them without me, he kept me prisoner.”
She’d said more than she intended. He’d only asked how they met and she’d told him an abbreviated version of the entire story.
“I’m sorry.” His low warm voice covered her like an old blanket.
She didn’t know if he was referring to her life with Oscar or if he was sorry he’d gotten her to spill her guts so easily. It didn’t matter. For whatever reason, she trusted this Kane Lakeland. Sexually, she knew she had to have him, but it was more than that. She hoped she wasn’t being a fool.
“The Stones of Adeline have been in my family for hundreds of years. I was born with the mark, so I was named Adeline, and when my grandmother felt I was ready, she passed the stones to me. In the hands of the right user, they will tell the future. Or to be more specific, they will show the user exactly what they most wish to know. For
Oscar, it was always about money or power.”
“What kind of mark?”
His questions always surprised her. She’d thought he’d ask about how the stones could tell the future or what deals Oscar had made by using the stones. Most people would want to know how the stones could benefit them or just disbelieve the entire thing. Not Kane. He wanted to know about her birthmark. “It’s just a small birthmark.”
“Where is it?”
His eyes bore into her. God, why did he have to be so beautiful? She looked around him to the people sitting across the aisle. They were both asleep. She checked the flight attendants. One read a magazine, and the other drank a cup of coffee. Her eyes moved back to Kane, who studied her carefully. When she popped the button on her fly his eyes shot from her face to her abdomen. She slid the zipper down a bit more slowly than was necessary. Rolling the right side down to just above her pelvic bone, she exposed a small reddish birthmark that resembled a dragonfly.
Before she could protest, his fingers grazed the mark. Her entire body felt the effects of his caress. She gasped, her nipples tightening and moisture pooled between her legs.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are making our initial decent into Los Cabos International. The weather in San Jose del Cabo is…”
The captain’s voice was a sharp reminder they were not alone. Kane moved his hand away and she quickly did up her jeans just before the flight attendant came over to ask them to put their seatbacks in the full and upright position. If the brunette noticed Lena’s blush, she gave no indication. She was too busy ogling Kane.
He didn’t even spare a glance at the attractive attendant. He waited until she’d moved to another passenger. “I’ve got a big problem, Lena.” He ran one finger along her jaw.
Even the gentle touch gave her chills. “Me too. I’m in Mexico without a bathing suit or a toothbrush.”
