Cash Remington and the Missing Heiress (Sexy Dreadfuls Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

away reddened fingertips.
    “It’s nothing.” My calf throbs bad enough to make the shot to my ear negligible. “You’re not hurt, are you?”
    She moves her arms over her breasts and crosses her legs at the knee. “I don’t think so. I’m j-just—”
    “In shock.” I catch her big blue eyes in my gaze. “You’re in shock. Hang on.”
    I maneuver to the roadside and pull up behind a dune to hide us from any other pursuers.
    “What are you doing?” she asks.
    I get out and shrug off my jacket. “Here.”
    She unbuckles her seatbelt so I can drape the jacket across her back.
    She tugs the fabric around her shoulders. “Thank you.”
    When she pulls the lapel to her nose and inhales as if my scent were delicious, my cock comes alive. I want her bent over the hood of the car and screaming her pleasure into the night. But now isn’t the time.
    I yank my bowtie loose and open the top buttons of my shirt. She watches with interest, her eyes glittering, and fuck if my cock doesn’t jerk against my zipper.
    I slide back behind the wheel. “We have an hour’s ride before we get to the airstrip that’ll get us out of here. You good?”
    She nods and snuggles into my jacket more. “I am now.”
    We pull out onto the highway again for the ride. The car is already making some whining noises, the bullets not great for its performance. Even if it goes tits up, I’ll get Collette to the air strip. It wouldn’t be my first time stranded in a desert.
    “So you’re like, a secret agent?” Her voice barely makes it over the roar of air through the busted windshield.
    “I work for the U.S. government, and I was tasked with bringing you home safe and sound.”
    She lets her eyes wander over the barren dunes and then brings her attention back to me. I can feel her gaze tracing the strong line of my jaw, the shape of my Adam’s apple. My cock remains at full mast, desperate for her.
    “I still can’t believe I’m here. The past two days are like some sort of nightmare.”
    I swerve to avoid a scampering lizard and keep pushing the whining engine. “How were you taken?”
    “I was asleep. No, let me back up. I started talking to this guy on the internet. Gabe. He was a student at my school. We had a lot in common, and he wanted to meet me. I haven’t, um, I haven’t really dated anyone. But he seemed so nice.” She shook her head and dropped her gaze. “But there was no Gabe. I should never have arranged to meet him at his place. That was so stupid.”
    I reach over and take her hand. For a moment, I wonder if she’ll cringe away from me, but she doesn’t. She lets me touch her, and I breathe more deeply than I have since I jumped from my airplane. “You couldn’t have known.”
    “They took me. Put some sort of,”—she gestures to her face—“I don’t know, chloroform or something? I woke up on an airplane, but they stuck me with a needle, and I was out again. The next time I woke up, I was in a cell, naked. They’d shaved my…” A blush creeps into her pale cheeks.
    I squeeze her hand. “That’s how these scumbags operate. Smoke and mirrors. But they took the wrong girl this time.”
    “I told them my father was an important man. That he’d pay ransom. But they didn’t listen. They said I was more valuable as a slave.” She shakes her head again, as if to clear it. “I mean, is this a nightmare? Am I going to wake up?” A tear rolls down her face, and I wipe it away with my thumb.
    “You’re safe now. I promise.”
    She squeezes my hand. “I know. Thank you.”
    I try and turn her mind to lighter thoughts. “So, you’re studying to be a doctor?”
    She laughs a little. “How do you know?”
    I shrug. “Part of the mission. I need to know my target.”
    “Makes sense.” She nibbles at her bottom lip, and I wonder what her teeth would feel like on my skin.
    “So, your schoolwork?” I want to keep her talking, to keep her mind off what she’s been through.
    She sandwiches my hand in