Psyprint artist Jordan Kane uses clairvoyance to hide her blindness and present a façade of normalcy in public. A secondary gift of psychometry reinforces her solitariness. The last thing she wants is a man in her bed who upsets the even tenor of her life.
Black ops agent Dillon Gavin is comfortable in his shadowy world. Ordered to take R&R, he’s on the lookout for a simple vacation fling. The last thing he expects is a lover with unauthorized — and uncontrollable — access to details of his top secret missions.
But when Dillon meets Jordan, caution and commonsense go out the window. Enticed beyond measure, Jordan risks her heart, and the last thing Dillon expects is precisely what he gets. Now, with murder haunting Jordan’s dreams, Dillon will risk everything he has to keep his lover alive.
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elated by the success of his initial foray, Dillon ended his last set and
returned the weights to their holder with a gentle clink. He’d worked out to
give the exhilaration flowing through him an outlet, something to do before he
started bouncing off the walls. Despite his physical exertions, his mind
continued to dwell on Jordan, preoccupied with the fresh intelligence he’d
surprised him to learn that the house was her childhood home. It explained the
flamboyance of the garden as well as the childproof styling of the furniture—its
curves and rounded edges, well-padded against blind exploration, and lavished
with textures. But it still didn’t solve the mystery of her car registration.
shrugged to himself, on his way to the shower. He had time to satisfy his
curiosity. More importantly, the hunt was on and his skittish prey was a worthy
Stripping off his cutoffs returned Dillon’s thoughts to Jordan, how she hadn’t been wearing any shorts, and his plans for seduction. So his pretty artist was a
sensualist. Which made sense, given her blindness. Might that make her stomach
the fastest way to her heart—or at least her bed? Maybe if he engaged her
tongue with new tastes? His chuckle rose from deep in his chest. He knew one
thing he wanted to feed her.
was still hard enough to drill through concrete and had been since before he’d
left her. He’d nearly swallowed his tongue when
her T-shirt had ridden up, exposing the edge of a plain white panty, as she fled
to her living room. Damned if that accidental glimpse hadn’t made him feel like
a Peeping Tom. Hard to believe it had made him hotter than a deliberate
striptease could. He’d wanted to rip that T-shirt off her
back right then and there, he’d been that turned on by the sight.
to him that it was a good thing Jordan was blind. If she’d seen her effect on
him, she might have run away screaming or . . . maybe not?
under the shower, Dillon allowed a fantasy to play in his mind, one that
embroidered on real life. As warm water sluiced over his body and caressed the aching
length of his hard-on, he closed his eyes and gave himself over to his imagination.
They were alone this time, no cat
at their feet playing chaperon. Jordan still wore that large T-shirt, its
fabric so thin he could see the dark circles of her areolas when she crossed
her arms under her high breasts.
But this time her nipples raised distended
peaks under the white cotton, daring him to act on his urges. This time he
could see the merest shadow of the delta between her thighs, barely veiled by
the hem of her T-shirt—and she’d dressed that way deliberately, knowing he had
come for her.
This time after she learned his
face, she didn’t stop at his neck. . . .