Running With the Devil Read Free

thousand dollar bonus. She’d been skeptical herself about the contents of those mysterious packages. But Jerry had been sweetly insistent, reminding her that he’d helped her out of a bind, offered to pay her for her trouble, and she’d felt…well, obligated to him. So she’d made the drops and put it out of her mind. Until now. She swallowed the bad taste in her mouth. “What does the DEA want with him anyway? Was he a snitch?”
    Again those fascinating indigo eyes locked to hers.
    Her stomach gave a little flip when he looked at her in an entirely different way than she was accustomed. Granted, it took considerable effort for most men to keep their lustful gazes on her face, not her bust. But this man seemed to be trying to see her soul.
    Yeah right. Mr. DEA was probably trying to figure out whether or not she was high.
    “Snitch is such a juvenile word,” Agent March said finally. “Jerry was an informant.”
    “Always?”
    He shook his head, sending a hank of hair cascading over his eye, an unconsciously sexy gesture.
    But she was acutely conscious of it.
    Kenna’s fingers curled into her palms against the desire to sweep back those silky black strands. Crush them in her hands and yank that pouty mouth to hers to answer the question foremost on her mind: Did he know how to use those yummy lips as expertly as she suspected?
    And if the hot looks he’d been shooting her were any indication, he wouldn’t do a damn thing to resist.
    God. What was wrong with her? Maybe she’d fastened her wig too tight and it was cutting off blood to her brain.
    Or the hedonistic atmosphere around here was contagious.
    He drained the last of his beer. “Jerry was just another lowlife thug making runs for a Florida drug dealer. Did he mention anything to you about Diablo?”
    “No. What is Diablo?”
    “Unconfirmed rumor it’s a group breaking away from the Miami drug cartel looking to start their own operations in the Midwest. No one knows who’s running it. Except it seems Jerry inadvertently stumbled across some information during his trip to Sturgis last year. He came to us six months ago, whining Diablo played dirty.”
    “Honor among thieves?”
    “Nothing that noble. Seems Diablo planned to intentionally sell deadly batches of bad meth, blaming it on the local distributors—who have loyalties to Jerry’s boss in Miami. Diablo steps in with their cheaper product and takes over distribution of all venues.” Drake’s broad chest cast the picnic table in shadow when he moved forward. “You were with Jerry last year. Which means you’ve met with some of the key players.”
    “Me? I’m just arm candy, remember? I wouldn’t know a drug dealer from a car dealer.”
    His slow, sexy smile sent her warning bells ringing. “Ah. But I do. And here’s where I want you come in.”
    “And do what?”
    “The same thing you did for Jerry last year. Act like my girlfriend.”
    “No way,” she said. “I’m not getting involved.”
    “You already are.”
    Instead of panicking, she retorted, “Bite me.”
    “Oh I’d like to, Kenna, you know I would. And I’ll even let you pick the first place I set my teeth on you.”
    The air between them thickened, the chipped picnic table and the raucous crowd faded away. In twenty-nine years she’d never been more aware of a man’s absolute focus on her. Sexual heat radiated from him, and seeped into her pores like a warm, sensual fog. A fog intent on clouding her judgment.
    She could almost sense his body crowding hers. Shivers from his hot breath teasing her skin. Hear the increased tempo of her own heartbeat as he whispered naughty suggestions in her ear. Feel the wicked touch of his hands on her breasts and stroking between her thighs. Taste his sinful mouth.
    Kenna’s body went taut from the phantom assault.
    He reached over and toyed with a strand of hair. The back of his knuckles brushed against the arch of her neck.
    Tingles burst beneath her skin, zipping through her