He dragged himself away from heaven to shuffle up along her body.
“Ready, sweetheart?” he asked, nudging her legs wider to make space for his cock.
“Like you have to ask.” Kaya shook her head, but an indulgent smile slipped over her lips. “Like you have to ask.”
Will these two win their bet on love?
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Chapter Three
Excerpt of Wild Cards “Dancing with Danger”
Katalina Leon with Michelle Fox
Poseidon’s Palace on the Strip, puts the “sin” in casino. Hunky Kai Moana and curvy croupier Adara Torris, are undercover paranormal house detectives having one hell of a day. During their first break in hours, they stop for dinner to regroup. An occult arts convention has turned lethal and the victims are piling up. They expect to spend the night stalking a killer but soon discover the killer is stalking them...
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Inside the Castaway’s restaurant a sweet, smoky aroma wafted their way and a beautiful piece of music played over a speaker. A man with a pure falsetto voice sang a Hawaiian love song accompanied by a steel guitar.
Kai slid across the booth and stood. With outstretched hand, he reached out. “Dance with me.”
She shook her head. “Here?” Her face warmed. “Now?”
“No one cares. This is Vegas. You’re supposed to go a little crazy.”
A glance confirmed there were few people around. An elderly couple sitting nearby were the only ones looking their way.
“Please.” He coaxed.
She slid across the seat. “Okay, but be warned. I’m not much of a dancer.”
He wrapped his arm around her waist. His broad hand clasped hers. “I’ll lead.”
Adara allowed herself to be drawn against his chest. They swayed slowly, getting used to the sensations of being close. Tall, strong and carrying a faint whiff of exotic cologne, Kai was irresistible. The raw silk on his lapels provided a sensuous texture to brush her cheek against. She willed herself to relax and enjoy the beautiful music, but all she could concentrate on was the blissful sensation of his strong arms holding her close.
The brush of Kai’s lips tickled her ear. “Your hands are hot,” he whispered.
She cringed. “Its just nerves. The firebrand in me gets a little out of control.”
“You are literally the hottest girl I’ve ever danced with.” He laughed then brought her hand to his lips and kissed each finger. “Maybe we should take a swim and cool down?”
“Ah.” The old woman seated in the booth sighed. “Look at them. What a handsome young couple.”
The old man seated beside her, rose from the booth and offered his hand. “Elizabeth, you’re still my beauty. I’ll prove it. Let’s dance.” A moment later they too were slowly turning in circles and smiling.
A breeze blew the front door of the restaurant opened causing a string of bells to jiggle.
She rocked back and forth against Kai, reveling in the solid reassurance of being held in his arms. Tipping her face upward, she gazed at him. “I’m having fun.”
Mischief lit his face. “I know how to have even more fun.”
“I’ll bet you do?” She looked at him thinking, he had the thickest, most beautiful black lashes she’d ever seen on a man.
“I meant we should go swimming. It would give me a chance to show off in front of you. But I’m open to anything you’d like to do.”
His thigh brushed between her legs and she felt his firm bulge pressing against her. “We’re on the clock. Roy could call at any time.”
“Don’t remind me. I’m enjoying myself too much.” He stroked the side of her arm. “Adara, you are so soft.”
“Are you trying to charm me?” She touched a fingertip to the rough stubble on his jaw. “Don’t, I’m already too distracted.”
“If someone had told me when I woke up that the day was going to end with me slow dancing with you, I would have said they were crazy.”
“Everything about today has been crazy,” she laughed. “And the day’s not over.”
Something sharp struck the side of her neck. A sting like a wasp’s scorched her skin. She clamped her hand around her throat. “Ouch!”
Kai yanked his hand away. “What’s wrong?”
The sting burned. The harder she rubbed the skin, the more it hurt. “Something stung me.”
He brushed her hair aside and examined her throat. All the tension on his face turned to shock. “Oh no.” With a grim expression, he picked something off her collarbone and held it in front of her. A tiny white pellet no larger than the head of a pin, balanced on his fingertip. “It looks like a bone bead.”
Her heart pounded.
The severity of his frown spoiled the moment. “I think you’ve been attacked by the skinwalker.”