Steal My Heart by Lisa Eugene

his nerves as visions of that soft voluptuous body popped into his head. His fingers itched as he remembered the weight of her large breasts in his palms and the jut of her hard nipples. Four…three…two…one…
    “Don’t even think about it!” she warned as the bathroom door swung open quickly.
    Gabe had to struggle hard to suppress a chuckle at the opprobrium in her heated eyes. She sauntered past him, pulling on her sneakers. She was wearing the sweatpants and tank top she’d hastily left the apartment in, and although she hadn’t complained, he could see the large water marks where she’d tried unsuccessfully to wash away the dirt stains from the fabric.
    His gaze lingered. The wet fabric molded to her butt, emphasizing her generous curves. He loved her derriere. J-Lo had nothing on her. Dazed, he realized he could stare at it all day.
    “Well?” She’d turned to glare at him.
    Guiltily his head shot up. “Huh?”
    “You’re the one that keeps hurrying me along.”
    He swallowed the cotton in his mouth and pushed aside the lurid fantasy that had invaded his thoughts. He was surprised at his constant need for her and the steady arousal of his body. Here he was, fighting for his life, and all he could think about was pounding into this minx.
    “Right.” He selected a set of keys from his weapons room, adjusting his boner while he was in there. Walking out, he picked up his duffel bag and backpack and motioned for her to follow.
    He ignored the stream of questions regarding their destination, promising some answers in the car. He stashed the Glock in its holster, happy to have a friend at his side.
    “Can’t you just drop me off somewhere?” she asked as soon as they were strapped into the bucket seats of his sports car.
    “No.”
    “Why?”
    “I’ve already explained, it’s for your own safety.”
    “Then why couldn’t we stay there, at the apartment if it was a safe house?”
    “I’m worried it might become compromised.”
    From the corner of his eye he saw a frown pucker her face. She nodded sharply, then sat silent for a while—a short while.
    “Who were you talking to while I was in the bathroom?”
    He wasn’t surprised she’d heard him talking to Harry. She had an inquisitive nature.
    He busied himself touching screens on the dashboard, his eyes never leaving the road as they zig-zagged their way out of the city. The warm day was overcast, and despite the heavy tinting of the windows, he squinted from the abrasive glare. He reached into the glove compartment and grabbed his Kufannaws then adjusted them on his face.
    “A friend.”
    “Can he help us?”
    Gabe issued a weighty sigh. “I don’t know. I hope so.”
    They’d driven a few more miles when he abruptly pulled off the road and drove behind an old fashioned road-side diner. Turning the car engine off, he shifted in his seat to stare at her. Her large eyes seemed to occupy most of her face, the long fanning lashes sweeping low each time she blinked nervously, and the slate blue reflected the vast unknown of the skies. He wondered if she’d truly absorbed anything he’d said earlier. She’d now be hunted almost as much as he was. Whoever was after him would not hesitate to use her to get to him.
    He had to utilize whatever means he had to keep her safe. She was an encumbrance he hadn’t predicted, but since he was the one who’d gotten her involved in this mess in the first place, he felt a responsibility to protect her until he could devise a long term solution. Unfortunately, until he could figure out what was going on, and whom he could trust, he wanted no one but himself looking after her wellbeing. He blew a slow breath through his lips.
    Since when had he become so damn chivalrous? He was a loner. No ties. Few connections. Hell, he hadn’t even seen his family in almost two years. The PO box that his mother and brother sent letters to was probably stuffed by now. He watched her eyes dart about and knew that behind