Hunt Me (Love Thieves #3) by Heather Long Read Free Book Online

never complain about those meetings.
    “I’m surprised it isn’t locked.” He studied her as he leaned in the doorway. The low light in the room deepened the amber appearance of his eyes.
    She lifted one shoulder in a mild shrug. “I don’t usually have a reason.”
    He glanced at the rumpled blankets then skated the same hot stare over her. Her face warmed. The impulsive need to flirt with danger left her open to reckless mistakes. One would think she had learned her lesson.
    “Are you sure I can’t lure you out here to join me?”
    The emphasis on lure and join me teased her. She opened her mouth to tell him no but, instead, pointed to the folded-up seat across from her. “Why don’t you join me?”
    And there goes some of my willpower. The force of his smile devastated her need to keep him at arm’s length. It should be a crime to be so damn handsome. In that moment, she hated her father—particularly because this man defied her attempts to categorize him into the look-but-don’t-touch column.
    “Thank you.” The genuine gratitude fizzled her self-recriminations. He walked over, lowered the seat, and slid onto it. His knee brushed hers as he sat, the close confines forcing him to set one foot on either side of her legs. The warmth of him bracketed her.
    “You’re welcome.” Her pulse took another rapid uptick.
    “I’m sorry we got off to a rocky start.” The apology surprised her. He leaned forward and held out a long, strong-fingered hand toward her. She considered the offer and reached over to take his hand. Screw caution. It took the fun out of living.
    “I don’t think our start was rocky. You boarding my plane, however….”
    “Might have been pushing it. I’d plead temporary insanity, but I’d rather not discourage you any further than I have.” He stroked his thumb against the back of her hand. The lightest of touches and yet it sent little sizzles of awareness up her arm with each gentle glide of his skin on hers.
    “So you think you still have a chance?”
    His grin appeared, and her stomach flip-flopped. “I’m almost 99 percent positive I do.”
    “How almost?” she asked, amused at his temerity.
    “Fifty-fifty.” He winked.
    She laughed. “I would say you seriously rounded up, then.”
    “A numbers game is about perception and where you put your value.”
    She really should take her hand away from him, but she didn’t. “So, from your perspective, your value in the positive fifty is higher than in the negative fifty?”
    “No, but a snapshot isn’t the full report. And I have access to the full report.” The awareness zinging through her stirred up the lethargic heat from earlier. Whatever the hell else Jarod Parker might be, he was fun.
    “Well, maybe I need the full report so I can make a better assessment.”
    “You don’t read reports.” He turned her hand over, continuing his sensuous little caresses against her palm. “You read people.”
    Surprise bit through her fascination, and she stared. An uncannily accurate observation.
    Too accurate.
    “I read people, too, Kit Kat. I watch those nuances of behavior, the flicker of an eyelid, the tightening of the mouth….” His voice lowered, and her pulse hammered. “The sudden intake of breath or a sharp increase in heart rate...they reveal a great deal about a person.” He rubbed his thumb against her wrist. Blood pounded through her system, as if it raced down to enjoy the caress and away again.
    She bit down on her lower lip and studied him. She wanted to squirm in her seat, the conflicting emotions battering her system. “And what do mine tell you?”
    He leaned forward and lifted her hand to his lips. His breath whispered against her palm and sent a cascade of shivers down her spine. “You like me.” Her chuckle strangled as he kissed the heel of her hand and glanced up at her, mouth poised against her flesh. “And, in case you can’t tell, I like you.”
    The phone rang next to her, and he picked it