Page 20 of Bound By A Promise
Calmly, I removed my gun from my holster and silently moved to a vantage point with visibility to the elevator. With my finger on the trigger, arms locked, and sight set on the opening doors, I was prepared to kill the intruder.
“Fuck,” I murmured as Camila stepped from the elevator and into my sights. I lowered my gun. “Little girl, you were almost shot.” I set the safety and returned it to my holster.
A nervous smile curled her lips as a pink hue climbed from her neck to her cheeks.
Still wearing the long green dress from tonight’s dinner, Camila was absolutely stunning. Thin spaghetti straps draped over her slender shoulders and the material tightened around her breasts and trim waist. The neckline gave me just a peek at her small breasts she hid beneath the fabric. Her long dark hair cascaded down her back.
I’d tried to avoid staring during dinner. Now that she was standing in my living room, I couldn’t look away. I shook my head. “Does your sister or mother know where you are?”
Camila tugged on her pink bottom lip with her teeth as the emerald of her eyes stared up at me. “No. I’m claustrophobic in that apartment. This is the only place I can go.”
“You shouldn’t be able to get here.”
She smiled, lifting a small card with a sensor. “I borrowed this.”
In two strides I was to her, taking the card from her hand. Her cinnamon scent was like Viagra to my dick. I tried to stay focused. “Who let you borrow this?”
“Hey,” she protested. “I need that to get back upstairs.”
I slipped the card into the pocket of my basketball shorts. “Who let you borrow their card?” I asked louder than before.
“No one.” She dipped her chin. “I stole it from Contessa.”
“Youstoleit?”
“Oh, come on. Like you’ve never committed crimes.”
Murder.
Theft.
Bodily injury.
Disposing of bodies.
Blackmail.
Fraud.
The list went on.
Admittedly, in the right company, it was an impressive record.
“Crimes are what I do. You, on the other hand, are a?—”
“Do not saylittle girl.” Camila took a step toward me, bringing her close, too close. Laying her hands on my chest, she leaned closer, pushed up on her toes and brought her lips to mine.
The hell?
No, heaven.
My body and mind warred as I kissed her back, bringing my hands to her hips and pulling her closer. I’d been intimate with many women, yet there was something about this pint-sized woman that sent sparks and flickers through my bloodstream. Camila tasted like sweetness and sunshine—forbidden fruit. My mind caught up as I pushed her away, my stare drilling into hers. “Are you trying to get me killed?”
She shook her head. “No, never. I wanted to show you that I’m not a child. I’m a woman.”
I felt my cheek rise with a lopsided grin. “And what would your father say if he knew we kissed?”
Her eyes sparkled. “My father doesn’t need to know.” When I didn’t respond, she continued, “Or my mother or Cat. I’ve never been kissed before. I wanted it to be with you.”