Assassin's Mate (Supernaturally Shipwrecked Book 1) by Jami Brumfield Page B
Authors: Jami Brumfield
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mind all jumbled and confused.
He grinned, and with inhuman speed, picked her up and held her in his arms. “Sorry, officer, we just got married and were looking for a little privacy.”
Married? She didn’t even know the man’s name, and she was suddenly his alibi for some sort of criminal activity, she was sure, but the passion he lit in her from a single kiss kept her from saying what her brain knew was right. She simply blushed – blushed , and allowed him to carry her off as the security guard escorted them out of the restricted area.
Chapter Two
Brock Martin stared at the ballsy redhead that interfered with his mission from across the metal lunch table located on the food deck of the ship. He was supposed to be on and off the ship before it exited the port, but this little vixen destroyed those plans like a hurricane takes down coastal towns. Something told him she was good at bringing men to their knees with the way she maneuvered that spoon around her tongue as she spoke. He was in trouble and had the good sense to acknowledge it. From the moment they kissed he felt something deep down open, something he thought he’d never feel. If he was smart, he’d walk away and never look back. He wasn’t in the position to continue the spark that ignited between them, but his panther wouldn’t allow it. The need to possess her was overpowering. The cat was in the driver’s seat and he was restricted to the back seat.
She spoke to him like he was a normal guy. If she only knew how terrible he really was. What he was here to do. Why he needed to get back to work so he could jump ship at the next port. Being onboard was a compromising position for him, and one that put his entire organization in jeopardy. If she only knew the crimes he’d committed she’d run away so fast his head would spin from the speed of her departure.
His training told him to use her as a cover. She worked on the ship as a dancer. She was obviously interested in him, and she’d already been implicated in his crime so what was the harm? His panther told him she was far too precious for that and warned those actions would have negative results. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think he found his mate, impossible as that would seem. He’d lost his mate thirty years ago to the war that made him the monster he is now. He’d heard of shifters getting a second chance, but he was far from deserving such a blessing. The bodies he’d left in his wake reserved him a seat in the deepest recesses of hell. He definitely didn’t deserve a blessing from the gods.
Scarlett took another scoop of her ice cream sundae and asked, “So, Brock, are you going to tell me what you were doing down there?”
He still couldn’t believe he’d told her his real name. He had more than enough aliases he could use, but the moment he opened his mouth his real name tumbled from his lips. It was like she was a lie detector only her power was to force the truth from him. What was wrong with him? He grinned his sexiest grin, allowing the dimple to poke out before he continued, “I think it’s best we keep business and pleasure separate, don’t you?”
She shrugged and took another bite of her sundae. “Not really. If you want me to keep covering for you, you definitely need to tell me why I’m helping.”
Watching her eat was torture. The way her tongue wrapped around the spoon put visions in his head of what she could do to him in bed. He didn’t have time to think about sex. He had a job to do, but this woman wrapped a noose around his neck and led him down the sexual path with ease. Being around her made it impossible to think of little else, but burying himself deep inside her and never letting go. He never should’ve kissed the woman. He simply reacted to the peril and used the closest thing around him as cover. It just happened to be a warm, inviting woman that held an uncomfortable power over him.
She wiped her cupid’s bow-shaped lips and
He grinned, and with inhuman speed, picked her up and held her in his arms. “Sorry, officer, we just got married and were looking for a little privacy.”
Married? She didn’t even know the man’s name, and she was suddenly his alibi for some sort of criminal activity, she was sure, but the passion he lit in her from a single kiss kept her from saying what her brain knew was right. She simply blushed – blushed , and allowed him to carry her off as the security guard escorted them out of the restricted area.
Chapter Two
Brock Martin stared at the ballsy redhead that interfered with his mission from across the metal lunch table located on the food deck of the ship. He was supposed to be on and off the ship before it exited the port, but this little vixen destroyed those plans like a hurricane takes down coastal towns. Something told him she was good at bringing men to their knees with the way she maneuvered that spoon around her tongue as she spoke. He was in trouble and had the good sense to acknowledge it. From the moment they kissed he felt something deep down open, something he thought he’d never feel. If he was smart, he’d walk away and never look back. He wasn’t in the position to continue the spark that ignited between them, but his panther wouldn’t allow it. The need to possess her was overpowering. The cat was in the driver’s seat and he was restricted to the back seat.
She spoke to him like he was a normal guy. If she only knew how terrible he really was. What he was here to do. Why he needed to get back to work so he could jump ship at the next port. Being onboard was a compromising position for him, and one that put his entire organization in jeopardy. If she only knew the crimes he’d committed she’d run away so fast his head would spin from the speed of her departure.
His training told him to use her as a cover. She worked on the ship as a dancer. She was obviously interested in him, and she’d already been implicated in his crime so what was the harm? His panther told him she was far too precious for that and warned those actions would have negative results. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think he found his mate, impossible as that would seem. He’d lost his mate thirty years ago to the war that made him the monster he is now. He’d heard of shifters getting a second chance, but he was far from deserving such a blessing. The bodies he’d left in his wake reserved him a seat in the deepest recesses of hell. He definitely didn’t deserve a blessing from the gods.
Scarlett took another scoop of her ice cream sundae and asked, “So, Brock, are you going to tell me what you were doing down there?”
He still couldn’t believe he’d told her his real name. He had more than enough aliases he could use, but the moment he opened his mouth his real name tumbled from his lips. It was like she was a lie detector only her power was to force the truth from him. What was wrong with him? He grinned his sexiest grin, allowing the dimple to poke out before he continued, “I think it’s best we keep business and pleasure separate, don’t you?”
She shrugged and took another bite of her sundae. “Not really. If you want me to keep covering for you, you definitely need to tell me why I’m helping.”
Watching her eat was torture. The way her tongue wrapped around the spoon put visions in his head of what she could do to him in bed. He didn’t have time to think about sex. He had a job to do, but this woman wrapped a noose around his neck and led him down the sexual path with ease. Being around her made it impossible to think of little else, but burying himself deep inside her and never letting go. He never should’ve kissed the woman. He simply reacted to the peril and used the closest thing around him as cover. It just happened to be a warm, inviting woman that held an uncomfortable power over him.
She wiped her cupid’s bow-shaped lips and
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