Simply Sinful (Simply 1)

She shook her head. “I want to work on turning them into a complete list.”

“So you brought them here.”

“I can concentrate better here.”

Away from you. He didn’t have to hear the words to know she meant them. Which was no excuse for reckless behavior. His relief at finding her unharmed warred with his fury at her lack of concern. “You made yourself a walking target.”

“This is a public library.”

Kane glanced around the secluded area. He’d walked down three flights of an empty stairwell and wandered around numerous cubicles and stacks before finding the right one. “Looks pretty damn private to me. And you came here alone; our only evidence could easily have been grabbed.”

She cringed.

“Not that I don’t think you can decipher these, but I want them in a safe place. I’ve got a friend at the precinct who’s more a bookworm than a cop. He’ll cull the information in no time.”

“Fine. They’re yours.” She shoved the books at him, hitting him hard in the stomach.

He stifled a grunt.

She grabbed for an oversize bag on the floor. “I’m out of here.”

She took two steps. Kane grasped her by the wrist, pulling her against him. He couldn’t let her dictate their next course of action. She had no business on the streets alone, but that wasn’t the only reason he wouldn’t let her go.

Her silken hair smelled of lemons, her skin fragrant and fresh. He didn’t just want to keep her alive. He needed to keep her that way.

Because that was how she made him feel.

“Let me go, Kane.”

“I can’t.”

“You already got what you wanted from me.”

“You don’t believe that.”

“I’ve found a foil packet that says otherwise.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” He tensed, unsure of what she meant.

“Don’t like being caught? Then you shouldn’t have left your clothes in a pili where I’d find them, and I wouldn’t have been so quick to help out with the laundry.”

“Son of a bitch.” His breath rushed out in a hiss. “You’re telling me you left the safety of the house, you risked your life because…”

“Because I want to control my life.” She squared her shoulders. “Besides, I don’t want your pity, and that’s what you gave me earlier. I came on to you and you didn’t want me, but you were too much of a gentleman to admit it and make things more difficult, so you…”

“Back up. You think I don’t want you?” The notion was absurd beyond belief. He’d never wanted a woman as badly as he desired Kayla, never let a female get inside and mess with his head before, and that was telling. She was getting to him, a little at a time, taking control and leaving him with none.

He couldn’t let it go on much longer, nor could he allow her to think she meant nothing to him.

He turned her around. She had no choice but to face him. Tilting her head with his hand, he forced her to look him in the eye. Shimmering moisture glistened in hers. Damn. His methods of protection backfired in more ways than one. Instead of shielding her, he’d hurt her once again.

His gut twisted with regret and an unfamiliar sense of longing, of caring. He hadn’t distanced himself from Kayla as planned, just the opposite, in fact. He was in way over his head.

Reaching into her pocket, she held a black foil packet aloft, twirling it between her thumb and forefinger. “I think the evidence speaks for itself.”

“Circumstantial, sweetheart.” He grabbed her free hand, forcing her palm over the strong erection pulsing against the front of his jeans. “Hard evidence says otherwise.”

She sucked in a surprised gasp, and Kane watched the play of emotions cross her face. Shock, pleasure, and then ultimately, disbelief. He didn’t blame her for fighting the truth. He hadn’t given her much of a reason to believe in him. But his body didn’t lie and, right now, his cock strained against her hand.