Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off by Cara North Read Free Book Online

statement. If he did not live in Las Vegas, she did not care. As a matter-of-fact, she would be satisfied if they could run away to Mexico or Canada. The farther she was from her family, the better she would feel.
    "Nope. You're safe on my end for at least three months,” he said.
    She took a minute to respond as she worked it over in her mind. Three months was a good time frame. She could get a lot set up in her new name by then. She was a thirty year old runaway. Jack just did not know he was helping her, and she was not about to tell him. “Then, three months it is."
    He walked behind her anyways. His brothers were going to have a field day with this. He needed to get her out of Las Vegas and into Montana as soon as possible. He smiled, knowing his older brothers were going to pitch a fit over marrying a woman he didn't know, but he couldn't help it. He liked her; he liked following her, too, watching the sway of her hips. She walked with a confidence most men did not have, and it turned him on. She was so ... independent. He got the creeps just thinking about her independence. Would she be able to settle on a ranch? Not every woman could handle the life, much less the weather.
    Turning his mind to better things, he watched the skirt sway back and forth as she strutted to the elevator. The length hit her calves when she walked. The shoes patted against her heels, making little clicking sounds with each step. The tangle of curls had been finger combed but still looked wild and bed rumpled to his mind.
    "You're doing it now,” she said as they approached the gold elevators.
    "What?"
    "Eating me up with your eyes.” She looked at him through the reflection in the gold elevator doors.
    "You caught me.” He smiled as the doors opened. They stepped inside. He wrapped her in his arms once she pressed the button for her floor.
    The simple gesture eased them both a little bit. Bethany relaxed against him as they waited for the elevator to get to the next floor. Jack squeezed tightly then released as the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. It was crowded this morning, unlike last night. As another couple filed off, a woman stepped on. They were left with only two others in the large space.
    His hold tightened, and his thumb stroked the side of her breast. Bethany inhaled sharply. Her face heated from the touch in front of strangers.
    "They aren't paying attention,” Jack whispered in her ear and stroked more boldly down the side of her breast. “You're not wearing a bra, and your nipples are calling out to me."
    Three months with Jack and she would never be able to survive without him. She felt the heat between her legs and hoped she did not get so wet it dripped. The wish was futile when he continued talking to her. The man should wear a muzzle. His voice was so dangerously seductive it should be outlawed.
    "I bought you panties, but I never heard the dresser drawer open, so I assumed you went commando.” He nipped her earlobe. “I wish I could drop to my knees, crawl under that skirt, and..."
    She whimpered a little louder than either of them expected, and the other people finally took notice. The guy in the back cleared his throat, and the woman smiled and played with her necklace nervously.
    The elevator stopped, and the doors opened.
    Bethany stepped forward, and Jack followed. “This your floor?"
    "No.” She turned and grabbed him. She pulled him down into her kiss almost bringing them both off balance. It was outrageous, insane, but she needed to taste him, to feel his body right then and there.
    Jack picked her up, moved a couple steps forward regaining balance, and set her back down. He kissed her. Speaking in their newfound language, he asked what she wanted, and Bethany answered. He pulled his head back and looked down the hall both ways.
    "If we get caught, we will be arrested,” he said while pulling her farther down the hall to a vending machine area. He looked around the ceiling, making sure there were