Leaving Las Vegas (Entangled Ignite) by Aleah Barley Page B

circumstances, cruel.
    None of those women would ever have rescued him from Tiffanette.
    Luke’s heart was beating faster. If he kissed her now, she’d never know.
    But he’d know.
    His hand moved up to trace the edge of her smile. He wouldn’t break his promise. He wouldn’t kiss her, not until she asked. His thumb flicked across her bowed lips, feeling the warmth of her breath and her silky lips.
    His phone rang. The battery must have charged.
    Luke’s adrenaline kicked up a bit. The tone was plain, dull, unlike any of the tinny songs that he’d heard coming from Glory’s phone the night before. The same dull ring that he used for everyone. But it was loud enough to disturb Glory.
    In his arms, her body stiffened. Her arm moved back suddenly, whacking him in the side. She turned slightly, and her shoulder ran into his jaw. His teeth banged together painfully. His eyes watered. The cell phone still rang. Finally it clicked off.
    He should have answered the phone. It could be important information about the kidnapping, but damn, what man wouldn’t ignore an important call when a gorgeous woman was waking up in his arms?
    “Luke?” Glory’s voice was husky, thick with sleep.
    “Yes, sweetheart?”
    “You been kissing me in my sleep?”
    “Not kissing.” Her body snuggled back, even tighter against his. The pain in his side was suddenly forgotten. Glory was awake in his arms, and she wasn’t yelling at him to get away. Instead, she was getting closer. “I made a promise and I intend to keep it.”
    “How close are we to Flagstaff?” she asked.
    Funny, but did she look a bit disappointed? Excitement made Luke’s breath come faster. Had she wanted him to kiss her?
    He forced himself to take a deep breath. This wasn’t the time or the place. “Look. We’re right next to the state route to the Grand Canyon. Maybe we should make a detour. Throw them off the track. I’m figuring they’re still after us.”
    “I—” She shook her head, curls flying. “I need to get home quickly.”
    He shifted slightly, frowning when the movement brought them even closer together. “I’m still worried they might try cruising the highways, looking for the Vanquish. We’re pretty obvious in the light of day. Besides, I’ve never seen the Grand Canyon. It’s supposed to be gorgeous. Proof of what Mother Nature can do. Wild and unpredictable. A little bit like you. Want to go?”
    “More than anything.” Her gaze flickered.
    For a moment he could make out every dark lash as it fluttered against her milky skin. Was she messing with him?
    “Well,” she corrected, a flirtatious hint in her voice. “More than almost anything.”
    That sexy little trill in the back of her throat had his cock surging painfully, caught between their bodies in the cramped front seat. After the night before, the poker game, the car chase, and the shootout, he’d thought that there was nothing that she could do to surprise him. He’d been wrong.
    Why the hell didn’t he drive a bigger car? A luxury sedan or an SUV? Something with a big backseat, where he could stretch out and enjoy her body the way that it deserved.
    She shifted, coming closer, and he moved his free hand down her body. He kept his gaze fixed to hers. That was an invitation there, not a rejection. She breathed out a welcoming sigh, and he slipped his hand underneath her shirt, skimming her flat belly, ending just short of the generous curve of her breast.
    “We shouldn’t be doing this—” She stopped herself by gasping.
    “I promised not to kiss you,” he murmured. “I never promised not to touch.” He trailed his hand up her body again to cup her breast. Tiny gasps escaped her lungs. Her hair was soft to the touch, cool against his skin. All those wild things that she’d done the night before had been unthinking, but there was something about the way her body moved, twisting slightly to protect itself, that told him this wasn’t how she usually behaved. The