Blacklisted (Loveless, Texas #3) - Jay Crownover Page 0,68
my heart. Don’t forget you owe me one.” He winked at me, and his grin shifted to something along the lines of being downright carnal. “I can’t wait to collect my own favor in return.”
I shifted restlessly. I’d never had a man show such overt interest in me sexually before. Or rather, I’d never paid any attention when they did. Shot made the simmering chemistry and magnetic pull between the two of us impossible to ignore. Deciding a change of subject was in order before I got in over my head, I mumbled, “Kody also mentioned Dr. Kemper was pretty roughed up. How come you aren’t worried about him saying anything to the police about your involvement?”
Shot shrugged and followed me as I walked toward the tiny kitchen. I wasn’t hungry, or thirsty, but I needed something to do with my hands before they blindly reached for the man dressed in all black, radiating badass energy as he stalked me with a predatory prowl.
“The good doctor has a lot he’d like to keep hidden. His wife was taking him to the cleaners in the divorce, and he has a long-term side chick he’s been keeping in luxury in Austin. Both those factors are costing him a fortune. He’s been playing hardball with the wife, but she’s suspected that he’s been hiding money so she can’t access it during the split. She was right. He has a bunch of his assets in an offshore account. Far more than he reported in the divorce.” Shot sounded disgusted, which I found a little surprising. I wouldn’t have thought infidelity would be a big deal for a guy who admitted to never having a serious relationship in his lifetime. “We hijacked his accounts. Told him if he tried to tell anyone about the club’s involvement, we were turning all the assets over to the wife. Also told him he could have the money back once Ashby Grant is in police custody. As long as he cooperates with the investigation, he can have it back.”
He had access to his own fully equipped surgical suite as well as a surgeon on call. It didn’t surprise me one bit to hear he also had access to someone who could hack into a banking system.
Shot lifted his eyebrows upward. “After I tell the wife all about the secret accounts. She deserves a payday for dealing with his arrogant ass for so long.”
He was devious, and shockingly clever. I guess he had to be in order to stay out of prison and to keep his club and its members out of trouble.
“We should’ve grabbed dinner.” I was planning on telling him I would make us something to eat, but the words were cut off when he spun me around with a hand on my arm and by the pressure of his lips landing on mine.
I gasped at the unexpected kiss, and my hands lifted of their own volition to his broad shoulders. He walked me backward, his mouth devouring mine with each step. My back hit a wall, rattling a mirror and a cheap print hanging there.
Shot’s palm slid along my side, thumb brushing over my rib cage. His knee pressed between my legs, letting him lean into me, so all our hard and soft parts were perfectly aligned. My breasts pressed against his firm chest, the warmth from his body making my nipples perk up and tighten. I pulled my mouth free when one of his hands gripped a handful of my backside in a suggestive manner.
“Today was technically our second date, Presley.” His almost midnight-colored eyes were normally unreadable, but at the moment his intent was very clear. “You told me I could kiss you the next time.”
“You’re right, I did say that.” I searched around for words that didn’t make me sound like a lovestruck idiot.
Shot smiled and reached up so he could smooth my hair back from my face. I let my head knock against the wall as my heart started to race with his gentle treatment.
“Do you trust me, Presley?” It was possibly the most sincere question he’d asked since I’d met him.
He was as surprised by my rawly honest “I do” as I was.
We hadn’t known each other for very long, but he’d yet to let me down when I needed him, or needed something from him. It was more than I could say for the others who’d passed through my life.
The admission sent Shot into a flurry of activity.