Wanton Heat (A Feel the Heat Novel) (Entangled Brazen) by Nicola Marsh Read Free Book Online Page A

room that catered to weary travelers in need of quick sustenance. Catarina had rung ahead and advised they didn’t need his services for this trip. She’d thought of everything.
    Except one thing.
    Big, bad, brave Zoe was having a distinct case of cold feet.
    She eyed her overnight bag tucked under a highly polished mahogany table in the hold below. If she grabbed it now, she’d still have time to make a run for it…
    A footfall sounded on the deck, and she peeked out from her hiding spot starboard.
    Dominic.
    He stood aft, silhouetted against the darkening sky, staring into the distance. He’d changed out of his suit and now wore knee-length khaki shorts, a white polo shirt, and docksiders. The way that polo molded to his torso and the shorts to his butt…maybe spiriting him away to a secluded island wasn’t so crazy after all.
    Thankfully, she’d had the foresight to loosen the moorings, so all she had to do was slip the last rope off. Barefoot, she silently padded to the bow, casting nervous glances over her shoulder. She’d lost sight of Dominic now so had to work fast. She leaned over, unhooked the last rope, and sidled backward. Her heart pounded in her ears as she slipped behind the controls. Her hands shook as she followed the start-up routine the captain had shown her, and she blinked sweat out of her eyes.
    This was categorically the craziest thing she’d ever done.
    The engine started with a roar the first time, and she let out an exultant whoop. Footsteps thundered behind her, the sound of loud cursing in Italian reaching her ears a second before Dominic entered the driver’s cabin.
    “What the fuck are you doing?”
    “Who would’ve thought royalty swears like a sailor?” With a jaunty salute, she maneuvered the boat and it shot off, earning another round of vociferous swearing from Dominic.
    “Are you insane?” He sat next to her, alternating between staring at her in shock and absolute terror as she handled the controls like a pro. “Can you even operate this thing?”
    “With my eyes closed.” She demonstrated by doing just that, and the boat jolted a little.
    “Move over.”
    She bristled at his command. “You didn’t say please.”
    It made more sense for him to man the controls, but she wouldn’t put up with his arrogance. Even if the water’s reflection in his mesmerizing eyes made them impossibly bluer.
    “Move, or I’ll call the coast guard and have you arrested for stealing.”
    “Don’t forget kidnapping.” She snapped her fingers. “Because that’s what I’ve done, you know. Kidnapped you.”
    “I thought you were yet another leech out for whatever you can get from me, but isn’t this taking things to extremes?” He glowered. “Why are you doing this?”
    “You’ll find out when we get to Ancora.” She pointed at the radar. “That’s where we’re going, by the way, in case you were wondering.”
    “You’re not supposed to tell your captive what you have planned.” His surliness eased as the corners of his mouth curved into a semi-smile. “Pity, though.”
    Startled by his abrupt change in mood, she said, “What’s a pity?”
    “For a moment, I thought you might’ve kidnapped me so you could have your wicked way with me.”
    “You wish,” she muttered, annoyed by heat flushing her cheeks in a dead giveaway of exactly how wicked she’d like to get with the hot prince.
    “I wish for a lot of things, cara .” He leaned closer, and her fingers clenched the steering wheel.
    “Like world peace?” She stared straight ahead, pretending not to notice his proximity. Damn, she could smell him again, a tantalizing mix of sea air and sexy male.
    “Like a better life for the people on these islands. Like financial security for the region.” His breath fanned her ear. “Like a woman to be stranded on Ancora with…”
    Oh, boy. Looked like His Highness was about to get his wish.
    “To be my sex slave,” he added, and this time her hands did slip off the