Intimate Caresses (The Love and Danger Series) Read Online Free PDF

not to mention those baby blues of hers.  He thought about getting Colt in here to interview her, but then quickly discarded that idea.  Colt was a worse womanizer than Brock.  There was no way he was letting his partner close to this little woman. 
    As soon as his words registered, she glared at him.  “I hate to break this to you, but I wouldn’t even touch the man to murder him.  There’s no way I’d get close enough to that man.  Always dangerous.”
    She stood up, prepared to leave and trying not to be insulted by his questions, but she was somehow hurt that he could even believe something like that about her.  Nina realized that was an unreasonable reaction.  They didn’t know each other in any way other than their superficial work titles.  And even that she’d messed up on, calling him an officer instead of a detective. 
    But as soon as she looked into his eyes, something shifted inside of her.  “I need to leave,” she said, trying to sound firm, but her voice was softer than she’d intended. 
    When he simply stood there, staring down at her, she grew uncomfortable.  Looking into those strange, green eyes, she found herself feeling that perplexing sensation again.  Like she wanted to kiss him.  Or touch his scar and heal the wounds she sensed deep down inside of him.  How crazy was that?
    “Are you going to let me go?” she asked, still looking up at him. 
    The side of Brock’s mouth twisted slightly.  “I don’t think I am,” he replied.  He wanted to move closer to her, to put his hands on her waist and slide his palm up against her skin. 
    Were they still talking about Jared’s death?  Nina wasn’t completely sure. 
    Without thinking about it, her hand reached up and touched his scar.  “Does it hurt?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper. 
    Brock was so stunned by her touch, he almost jerked back.  His face burned where her hand rested.  “No,” he replied, his voice gruff.  No one had ever touched his face like this, he thought.  Women avoided touching his scar, possibly thinking it might be contagious.  But not this woman.  She didn’t look repelled, either, which was another unusual reaction. 
    “It must have hurt like the dickens when it happened though,” she said, her eyes smiling up at him.  And then her fingers did something strange.  Those soft, gentle fingers, the tips of them at least, moved from the top of his scar near his eye all the way down the white line to his jaw where it ended and, even though he didn’t have a mirror, Brock would swear t hat the scar faded somewhat after her touch. 
    “It wasn’t pleasant,” he finally said.  Even that was a shock.  Women only asked about his scar with a light of excitement in their eyes, as if his scar made him dangerous and somehow evil.  He’d never admitted anything about it, not even how he’d gotten it to anyone but Colt, Sam and Walker.  But then again, they were his friends.  His male friends.  He trusted them with his life. 
    Women?   Nah.  No reason to trust them.
    With that reminder, he stepped back and her hand fell away.  As soon as that happened, he wanted to step closer again and lift her delicate hand back up to his face.  Hell, he wanted to go home and shave again so he could feel her hand without any whiskers to hamper feeling her soft, amazing touch. 
    Murder, he reminded himself.  He was here to solve a murder. 
    “You didn’t answer my question,” he said with a rougher than needed tone. 
    Nina blinked and stared up at the man, shocked that she’d taken such liberties with a stranger.  “I’m sorry.  That was inappropriate of me,” she said but had to clasp her hands behind her back so she wouldn’t reach out and touch him again.  Even now, her hands were burning, wanting to pull his cotton tee-shirt out from the waistband of his jeans and explore his flat stomach.  Why was her mind thinking that this man would be so fascinating?  What was it