Captive Heart by Mina Carter, J.William Mitchell Read Free Book Online Page B

bullet to have nicked the gas line or worse, a brake line. But everything seemed to be in working order, and before long, he was sliding the truck out sideways onto the highway.
    Two hours later, he was still on the road, constantly scanning the view in his mirror. No one appeared to be following them. He sighed and slowed a little, rubbing the back of his neck in exhaustion. They were going to need to stop for gas soon, and he needed to check Rollie out.
    His gaze slid sideways, running over her profile as she lay in the passenger seat. She had stirred a couple of times, and her breathing was nice and regular, so he didn’t think she was badly injured. A quick examination of the rapidly darkening bruise had alleviated some of Day’s concerns. Probably just a concussion. Ordinarily, he’d have taken her to a hospital, but if their pursuers caught up with them, a concussion would be the least of her worries.
    His eyes watered, burning with tiredness as he tried to blink them clear. Okay, forget the gas; he needed to stop for a while. Just a power nap. Fifteen minutes, tops, and he’d be good to go. Exhaustion pulled at every muscle in his body as he turned the battered truck off the road at the next rest stop, heading to park up behind the service buildings so he could shut his eyes for a few minutes.
     
     
     

Chapter Five
    There was someone in the room with him, his sleep muffled senses told him. Someone not only in the room but also close to him. Well within striking range. His eyes opened on the dimly lit room, a frown already forming on his face. He never slept with a light on, preferring the sanctity of darkness. And that wasn’t all that was wrong. His gaze collided with that of the woman standing at the side of the bed, looking down at him.
    He swallowed, struggling to sit up. Black lingerie. The raciest black lingerie he’d ever seen. Breasts barely contained in black lace, threatening to burst free with every breath, coupled with stockings, garters, and the tiniest scrap of lace at the vee of her thighs.
    His eyes widened. He was unable to stop his gaze as it traveled down mile-long legs encased in black silk. And stilettos. He groaned. Killer stilettos that did things to her legs that were—had to be—illegal. Arousal, instant and demanding, hit him like a truck at mach one, his body at instant attention.
    Rich brown hair shone under the soft lighting of the room, curling in waves across her silky shoulders. Hair his hands just itched to bury themselves in, but tightened on the sheets instead. The soft chocolate tresses shrouded one side of her face in a manner that made her seem more mysterious and bewitching. Her skin seemed to glow and looked smoother and softer than satin pillows. Her makeup was subtle but brought out her best features, bringing attention to her eyes. Always a reflection of intelligence and wit, they now sparkled with a dangerous, sensual intent.
    Her lips, normally twisted in a smirk or a frown, were now full and pouty, accented by the dark scarlet lipstick, parted slightly with every breath she took. A subtle half smile had him doing a double take to make sure she was really smiling, or if he was imagining things. The perfume she wore was musky and dark, utterly sensual and feminine in all aspects, perfect for how she looked tonight.
    All in all, the woman that was looking down at Day like a jungle cat eyeing a piece of meat was far from the smart talking, rational, brilliant scientist Day knew. No, he was face-to-face with a sex goddess.
    She reached over and slowly dragged a fingernail down his chest, scraping his skin lightly, leaving a trail of heat and cold in its wake.
    “Hi.” Her voice was low and husky, oozing sex. That simple greeting that had stood the test of time and had never been considered sexy, now made him think semi-obscene thoughts.
    Torment, fascination and deep, dark need coursed through him as she reached down again. Stunned, he watched her hand, shaking his