Caribbean Cowboy: Under the Caribbean Sun, Book 4 Read Online Free

perfume as he shrugged on his jacket, awareness and expectation tightening every muscle. A soothing heat filled him, but he didn’t turn around. He walked down the hallway, planning to let her get her own coat and wait for her at the elevators. Only the click of her high heels seemed to be right behind him.
    He stopped short and smiled as she crashed into him. He turned, taking her arm to help her steady herself. She blushed and cast her gaze down and he couldn’t help but chuckle.
    “Going somewhere, babe?” He took her elbow, led her to the elevators and stabbed the call button.
    “I’m considering running away, but since we’re marooned on this island, I’m thinking it would be more work than a prison break.” She sidled closer to him, keeping her voice low, intimate.
    “I’m willing to help you escape, on the condition you actually go to the wedding tomorrow. I fear the wrath of Holly.” The doors opened and he hoped he hid the wince when he counted the five people already inside. They faced the front and she reached down to hook her pinky with his. The pitch and roll of his stomach had to be the drop of the elevator.
    The doors parted and, manners be damned, they were the first one’s off.

Chapter Two
    “Wait,” Janny said as they walked out the front doors of the hotel, his motorcycle black and ominous on the cement walkway. A single spotlight shone down, making it seem like a game-show prize. He’d left it right there, as if he couldn’t be bothered with the parking lot.
    Nik turned to face her but didn’t release his grip on her hand. “If we wait, we’ll miss the end of the sunset. The sun sets differently in Alaska.”
    How many times had she heard men back home tell tourists the sun sets differently at the equator, and then lead them straight into temptation? She knew better. Yet the idea of spending the evening alone, trapped with the dilemma of how to deal with her father’s version of the truth was something even the smartest woman would try to run from.
    “Janny,” he said as he stepped closer. “I want to take you for a ride.”
    “I bet you do.” She smirked, loving the way the gold flecks in his eyes shone in the dimming light. If she hadn’t been raised watching her mother be drawn to every handsome stranger who sailed up, she might be able to let go. “I don’t know how to do this.”
    “I’ve never taken a spill. Not once.” He released her hand and circled round the bike, unhooked two helmets from the back and handed her the smaller, a bright blue edged with a series of white symbols. He secured his helmet, shiny black with a flaming-yellow sun on the back and then reached for her. “This will be fun, Janny. I promise.”
    “I don’t fare well with men’s promises.” The words escaped before she had a chance to think them through. He shrugged out of his leather jacket and draped it over her shoulders. His warm, masculine scent wrapped around her like an embrace.
    “Good thing there’s no room for baggage on a bike.” He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ears before taking the helmet and settling it on her head.
    Her hair crinkled, the sounds of her curls deflating, and for a minute she cared. Then he snapped her chin strap and turned to mount the beast. The snug denim of his jeans hugged his body and her mouth watered with the desire to kiss him. To be the one he kissed. To be that girl in a moment that would be her secret forever.
    Her stomach pitched as her last reservation surfaced. “What about the girl you came here with?” She tapped the helmet, recalling how she’d first seen him. She’d been waiting on Kristin in the lobby of the hotel, distracting herself with the quiet ambiance of the lodge décor when he’s thundered up to the door on his bike. He’d barely stopped when his long-legged passenger climbed off and tossed her helmet at him as she shook out a sheet of blonde hair. She’d stormed into the hotel, on a mission to ruin someone’s