Runaway Heart (A Game of Hearts #2) by Candace Knoebel, Sonya Loveday Read Free Book Online

halfheartedly, but gave up, bumping her chin into my chest with a sigh. “You’ll pay for that tomorrow, but right now, I’m just too damn tired to even try.”
    Hannah, it seemed, was a real spitfire. One who liked to cuddle. I damn sure wouldn’t have pegged her for that.
    My eyes drifted closed as I savored the feel of the warm woman in my arms.

 
     
     
    MY MIND TEETERED ON THE edges of sleep as the distant waves crashed along the shoreline. I dreamed of being caught in a spider web with a strange-looking spider making its way toward me.
    I knew I was in a situation I needed to get out of. Fast. But no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t break free.
    My heart went into full panic mode.
    I rolled and twisted, trying with all my might until I rolled right off the mattress with a light thud onto the floor.
    My eyes shot open.
    Thankfully, Ed was nowhere to be seen. With a deep breath, I moved back onto the mattress and pulled the sheet over my burning eyes, recounting the events of last night in mortifying horror.
    The entanglement. The jokes. The fondling… God, but the fondling.
    “That really happened,” I said to myself, shaking my head as I rubbed my eyes.
    Not only had I tackled him while I was asleep, but we basically acquainted ourselves with every inch of each other’s bodies, while never getting a lick of pleasure out of it.
    Well… maybe that was a tiny lie. Maybe I did sort of enjoy his sick, twisted sense of humor. And his large, rough hands. And his well-endowed—
    I palmed my forehead. “No, Hannah! Absolutely not!”
    “Talking to yourself, love? And here I thought your crazy stopped at sleepwalking.”
    Of course. Of course, he’d be standing there listening to me as I have a mini morning meltdown.
    “Too bad you can’t handle this version of crazy,” I said in a suggestive tone, belying how easily he had thrown off my game in the very few hours I had known him.
    I pulled the sheet from my face and rolled so I could get a better view of him. He stood still in the doorway, fingers of golden light haloing around him as he held a plate of pancakes drizzled with syrup and melted better. The scent hit me seconds later.
    My stomach growled loud enough for his eyes to rise up.
    “That bad, eh?”
    I got up, refusing to let him unravel me any further than he already had. I was Hanibelle Lecter—the confidant, man-eating blocker who didn’t do romance and butterflies. Who wasn’t easily unnerved by men. Who didn’t think twice about having a good time with a good-looking man, because it was me who sat in the driver seat. Who controlled the pace of the situation and walked away before anything got too heavy.
    So what makes this situation any different?
    The fact that in the two times I’ve seen him in daylight, he had that sexy, just-rolled-out-of-bed dark hair that checked off on my long list of things I looked for in a guy and made my fingers itch to bury themselves in. Bright, sexy, unwavering eyes with faint laugh lines around the corners. Lips that had to have seen their fair share of experience, a killer sense of humor, a seemingly genuine heart, and a body I personally felt in the moonlight and deemed was too beautiful to be covered in overrated clothing.
    He was the kind of guy a girl would kill to settle down with, and, well, I just wasn’t the settle-down type.
    I stopped in front of him, enjoying the wanton look in his eyes as he drank in my form covered in just the oversized t-shirt I wore. Sometime during the night, I kicked off my pajama pants.
    It was too damn hot for pants.
    “For me?” I said, playfully batting my lashes at him.
    With a smirk, I picked the fork up and took a large, very satisfying bite, hoping to get a rise out of him. But then I groaned as the bite hit my stomach and made my taste buds scream for more.
    I took the plate from him and ravenously continued eating, unable to stop. They were so warm and delicious. So syrupy and yummy.
    “It’s a good