Beneath the Secrets, Part Two (Tall, Dark & Deadly) Read Free

and sunk deeper into the
kiss, teasing him with wicked little licks that had his cock doing
all of his thinking, and, for the moment, that’s what he wanted.
Finally, yes. He could forget. Ignacio would wait on their arrival.
The bleeding ulcer of memories in his mind wouldn’t. If he didn’t
shred them and fast, they’d shred him.
    Time disappeared into in a
whirlwind of his mouth on her mouth, on her neck, on the swell of
her breast above her bra. He shoved her shirt and bra up and
suckled her sweet little nipple, and damn, when her fingers sliced
into his hair, he felt a shiver of pure pleasure down his spine.
Good, too good when he didn’t know who she was, what her agenda
might be.
    Blake pressed her hands over her
head, nipped her lip. Damn, he loved her mouth, full and soft, and
wickedly feminine. “I should cuff you to the steering wheel and
keep you here until you tell me what I want to know.” His free hand
raked over her naked breast, tweaking the nipple.
    “No time,” she panted, arching her
back. “Ignacio’s waiting.”
    “He’s waiting because I want him to
wait. If I see him in my current state of mind I might kill him
before I get the proof I need to justify it.”
    “Is that what you’re looking for
with me? Proof I’m some sort of traitor so you can kill me,
too?”
    “I don’t want to kill you.” He
lowered his mouth to her ear. “But make no mistake. If you give me
a reason to, I will and so will they. Get out while you can. Go and
never look back.”
    “I can’t,” she whispered, no
hesitation. Two simple words etched with a world of pain and
desperation.
    He pulled back to look at her,
trying to read her expression through the shadows in the dimly lit
garage. “Why? What does the cartel have on you?”
    She turned away, giving him her
profile. Still holding her hands over her head, he reached up and
framed her face with his free hand, pulling her eyes back to his.
“What does he have on you?”
    “Nothing. He has
nothing.”
    She was lying. He heard it in the
quiver of her voice and he suddenly didn’t want to know the truth.
He didn’t want her to be the enemy. He released her and sat up,
sliding behind the wheel and running a rough hand through his hair,
his nerves so on edge his skin was twitching. He cut her a sideways
look. “No matter how good you think you are at keeping a secret,
I’m ten times better at uncovering them. I’m going to find out what
you’re hiding. You can count on it.”
    ***
    Kara slid into a booth at Shivers,
a Chili's-style restaurant that drew big crowds, while Ignacio
claimed the seat directly in front of her. Blake eased in beside
her, settling his leg intimately against hers, and she tried not to
think about his confident promise to unveil her secrets. She had to
stay focused on the here and now, and hope they might get a tour of
the back warehouses she’d been unable to find a reason to get
inside. If she could locate the cameras, and the various entrances,
then she could enter again without being seen and get a closer
look.
    “What can I get you to drink?” a
waiter asked, stopping at their table with supreme
speed.
    Ignacio started speaking to the man
in Spanish and Kara’s gaze shifted beyond his shoulder, to a corner
booth where a young, twenty-something blond female in a waitress
outfit huddled with the restaurant manager, Eduardo, a bit too
intimately to be his employee. Kara’s nerves prickled and her
fingers curled into her palms. Women had a way of disappearing
after coming to work at this location, and it was all she could do
not to go yank the girl up and send her home before she got into
trouble, or worse, dead. Mysteriously, their HR files were deleted
after they went MIA from their jobs, as if they never existed. And
the HR person actually claimed they never existed. Kara couldn’t
push without raising suspicions, but she’d taken to copying every
file for the employees as they were made. No one else was going to
just