Misguided Target Read Online Free PDF Page A

person only acquires after seeing and experiencing things most of us couldn't handle. I longed to find out more about that too. He was just so damned appealing.
    My skin heated up against his hard body, which was pressed up against mine. I found my hands wanting to go everywhere at once and with each touch it was like a drug had taken over and I'd lost control of the dosage. I couldn't believe this was happening. I never intended for the night to end up like this. I went out with friends to blow off some steam, but the moment I spotted him walking into the bar I couldn't take my eyes off him. The way he kept running his hands through his already untidy dirty blond hair and how his dimples made his otherwise rugged features look younger somehow. And I'm not going to lie — his visibly hard body under his fitted sweater and jacket had done wonders to encourage my libido. So maybe I wasn't totally shocked we were in this situation. But the thing that had gotten me to approach him was his regal demeanor, which somehow screamed confidence and sadness at the same time. It was almost like he needed someone. Although it took a little bit for him to open, there was odd sense of familiarity about him that put me inexplicably at ease, like we were old friends or something.
    I reached up his tall frame and wrapped my arms around his muscular neck as he deepened his kiss. I could taste the tequila on his breath as his tongue invaded my mouth. “Where's your room?” he asked breathlessly in between our flurried kisses.
    “Down the hall to the right,” I answered as he grabbed my hand led me through the opened doors.
    He stopped abruptly, staring down at me cupping my cheeks in his rough hands, “I didn't want to forget to tell you, you are so beautiful, Kendall.”
    My heart raced at his words, “You're not so bad yourself,” I replied not letting him know how much his words were actually affecting me. They were simple ones in fact, I'd heard a hundred times over, and yet somehow the sincerity in his voice made them feel so real. I believed him and felt beautiful. Suddenly that's when James' haunting words sounded in my mind.
Never let yourself be seduced
. I was dangerously close to allowing him to do just that. I needed to keep my head on straight. I needed some distance from him to get myself in check before this went any further.
    “Hold that thought, soldier. I'm going to go freshen up. Feel free to make yourself comfortable,” I said, breaking our kiss and motioning to the bed. “I'll be right back.”
    I headed into my master bathroom and was a little surprised at the train wreck staring back at me in the mirror. To say I looked rough was a little bit of an understatement. I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth before scooping up my breasts to perk them up a bit. Giving myself one last look, I headed back into the room. I stopped dead in my tracks, seeing a very scarred and bare-chested Kane passed out cold in my bed.
    I couldn't decide if I wanted to sigh, laugh or melt at how adorable he looked. I quietly approached him, running my fingers down the lines of his face, admiring how peaceful he looked. I hadn't noticed how tired he was. As disappointing as it was, I decided to let him sleep. I removed his boots and covered him up with a blanket. I shut off the lights and crawled into bed beside him, enjoying the warmth of his body next to mine. It didn't take long for me to join him in sleep.
    I woke up a few hours later to Kane's whimpering cries. I sat up quickly, wrapping my arms around him, “Shhh…” I repeated, softly gently running my fingers through his hair as he continued to cry in his sleep. My heart ached as he desperately wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tight. I wasn't sure what the hell he was dreaming about, but whatever it was it seemed to be causing him so much pain. It took about an hour, but he finally stopped crying fell back into deep peaceful sleep. I eventually drifted back into