Riley (The Kendall Family #3) Read Online Free Page A

eyes.
    “So you’ve been in my bank accounts,” she surmised, mentally listing what he might’ve seen.
    “A half million is all I’m worth dead?” Riley asked.
    “What makes you think that was for you? You’re not worth half that from what I see.”
    “And you’re worth every penny from what I see.”
    He slowly looked over her body again, but she knew he was doing it to cause a reaction. Mostly. She felt certain that his eyes noted her rising nipples. Fighting her arousal only worsened it; her eyes darted to the noticeably bigger bulge in his jeans. Fortunately, his focus lay elsewhere and he didn’t notice.
    Maybe I can turn the tables , she wondered. Seeing me getting turned on, however embarrassing that might be, might get his guard down, make him easier to manipulate. Then again, maybe he’ll be unable to restrain himself anymore and he’ll fuck my Goddamn brains out .
    She hadn’t meant to think the vulgar language. Was unconscious desire behind it? She wasn’t sure what she wanted. Well, that was only sort of true. Rape certainly wasn’t a desire, but she reluctantly admitted wanting to fool around with him. Not being trussed like a pig would’ve normally been a preference, but something about him suggested he wouldn’t without her consent, so despite having not entered into the situation willingly, part of her didn’t find it entirely objectionable. Pride and normal self-preservation instincts to be free warred with unconscious desire to give consent. A surge of desire swept over her and she decided to play with fire, using the only weapon she had—raw sexuality.
    She flexed her muscles as if testing the bonds once more, pulling in her tummy and arching her back in subtle ways, as if not doing it on purpose. Riley’s eyes bulged and he clenched both fists, naked desire on his face until he cleared the look with visible effort. She suppressed a smile.
    The Marine sat on the bed, leaning over so that one hand went straight for a breast. Fear shot through her, that she’d misjudged him. She tensed in anticipation only to have his hand go right past and onto the bed, causing both relief and frustration. His warm, hairy forearm grazed her flesh, sending sensation up to her nipple. Maybe he was better at this torture thing than she’d imagined. Jordan tried to ignore the minty scent of cologne on him and the riveting blue eyes that sparkled with mischief, danger, and lust.
    Riley whispered, “The half mil was a down payment, wasn’t it?”
    This time she hid the truth better. “What if it was?”
    “What happens now that you failed?”
    “I wouldn’t get the other half, assuming it was for you.”
    “Do you have to return the down payment, or does that mean someone comes after you next?”
    “Why? Would you protect me?”
    He grinned. “I wouldn’t want another man to have you instead.”
    “And are you going to have me?” Knowing the risk, she pressed her breast into his forearm, adopting her best “come hither” look. As faked as the motion was, where the mind goes, the body will follow, and her pussy spasmed in truth of the trite saying, the dew of arousal gathering on her bared folds. She could smell it, and on seeing Riley breathe in deeply through his nose, she knew he did, too. Her lips parted of their own volition. There was no pretending anymore. The feeling of having been caught being horny ratcheted up her physical reactions even as embarrassment colored her cheeks.
    With eyes smoldering, he remarked, “You are more dangerous nude and seemingly helpless than you ever were dressed with a gun in hand.”
    She smiled slowly, looking him in the eyes as she earnestly replied, “Thank you, Riley.”
    “Oh, you’re very welcome, Jordan.”
    Her eyes widened that he knew her name and his grin broadened at the sight. Sudden fury ripped through her as she flushed crimson.
    “You bastard,” she snarled.
    He shushed her. “Why so mad?”
    “Oh, don’t play the fool with me! You