“I am not in the mood for a chase.” Each word was gritted and his face had turned even harder. “If I have to do it, I will tie you up and gag you and you can travel that way for the entire trip back to Key West.”
“That’s kidnapping,” she whispered.
He shrugged. “That’s collecting a paranormal bounty.”
Play this angle. Do this. “I’m…I’m not a paranormal.”
And there it was—the briefest of hesitations. His grip on her eased a little bit. Not enough for her to escape, but just enough for her to know that the guy wasn’t super comfortable with the idea of abducting a human.
Oh, sure. He’d take a paranormal…Like we don’t matter? But when he thought he might be capturing a human, it became a whole new ball game.
“You…are.” But he didn’t sound convinced.
“I’m not. I’m not a shifter or a vampire.” She opened her mouth wide, showing her normal teeth. “I’m not a witch or a siren or anything like that.” Her heart raced in her chest. “Luke is trying to turn me into something I don’t want to be. Please, please help me. Let me walk away. Tell him that you never found me.”
He—he brought his face down even closer to her. And his mouth hovered right over her neck. What was he doing? Was he—
“You smell like honey…and champagne.”
She licked her lips. “I, um, spilled a little champagne when I opened a bottle for a customer earlier.”
He gave a low growl. Was that rough sound supposed to be some kind of question or something? Or—
He put his mouth on her neck.
“Don’t! Don’t kill me!”
But it was too late. He’d pressed his lips to the curve of her throat. He was…kissing her neck. Lightly licking the skin. And as crazy as it was…heat began to unfurl deep within her.
“You taste like honey…and champagne.”
Her breath heaved out.
His head lifted. His eyes seemed a little brighter. “And my mouth won’t kill you, sweets. It’s my hands that do that. I could put my mouth over every single inch of you, and I guarantee, you’d only know pleasure. Not death.”