Razor moved forward and took Cherry’s hand in his. Such a strong hand, finely boned, but with a strength many men would love to have. She was tough and her will wouldn’t be broken easily. He just hoped Malcolm didn’t break her before they could get him on her Uncle’s death. “Do you happen to have anything to eat?”
“Sure do. You hungry?” “Starved. I didn’t have lunch today.”
Cherry squeezed his hand, not surprised when Razor pulled her close and hugged her gently. “We can’t do this.”
“You know why not.”
“I don’t know anything exceptin’ I want to hold you and kiss those pretty lips of yours.”
Cherry glanced up into his face and saw the longing in his silver eyes. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to let him kiss her just this once. She knew he was tired, had a hell of a day, and needed some comforting.
She rose up on tiptoe and kissed him lightly on the lips, only to find herself pulled tightly against the hard length of him. His mouth devoured hers in a sensuous assault that left her breathless. Before she could stop herself, she slipped her arms around his waist and returned the kiss.
A strange heat swept through her veins. Awareness of Razor’s body pressed intimately against hers brought a longing deep within her heart to give him more, but she couldn’t. She had killed many men and had enemies that would come after her or anyone she was close to. He’d already taken a chance by confronting Malcolm, and for that, she hoped he didn’t pay with his life. She struggled out of his embrace, her breathing erratic and her heart pounding against her rib cage.
“I would never hurt you or take advantage of you, Cherry.”
His voice was husky with desire. Cherry’s heart fluttered. “I know that. Let’s go get you something to eat.”
“You can’t run away from me forever.”
“Just watch me.” She turned and ran to the house.