Page 118 of Risky Desires


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“Ah, man. You’re going to make me climb down that cliff, aren’t you?” Despite her words, her expression was upbeat.

“Look at it this way.” I dusted my hands on my legs. “We get to spend more quality time together.”

“Is that what you call it?” Her light brown eyes shimmered in the golden dawn. “More like torture.”

After everything we’d been through, she still looked stunning.

I dragged my gaze from her to look over the edge, searching the jagged descent for a climbing route. The drop was steep, and the terrain was unforgiving. We would be lucky to make it down there by nightfall.

“We better get moving.”

She huffed. “You sure know how to show a girl a good time.”

“You weren’t complaining last night.” I wriggled my eyebrows.

Her lips fought a smile. “I thought it was a dream.”

I clutched her hand and pulled her against me. “It wasn’t a dream.”

Her incredible eyes widened, and the sassy Indiana Smith seemed lost for words. Her lips parted, and I stole her next comment with a kiss.

As our lips pressed together, she released tiny mewling noises as her hand curled over my back. This was another side to Indiana, and I fucking loved this one, too.

All too soon, the ticking clock in my head made me end our kiss. “Now stop mucking around.”

She blinked at me. “If that’s what you call mucking around, I’m not going anywhere.”

I burst out laughing. “Careful, Indy, I could really get to like you.”

A ghost of a smile played on her lips. “Too late for me, detective.”

My breath hitched, and the urge to bend her over that rock again gripped me. Last night had been so unexpected and incredible. And hot! An image of her glorious ass pressing toward me in the moonlight flashed across my mind. My groin pulsed.

Damn! If I’m not careful, I won’t be able to stop myself from taking her again.

She brushed her hand over her chest, drawing my attention to her stunning cleavage.

Clenching my fists before I stripped her naked and crushed her glorious tits to my bare chest again, I said, “Then let’s get us off this damn island before we do something crazy.”

“I like crazy.” She spoke like she was choosing an ice cream flavor. Indiana had no idea how fucking sexy she was, and that made her even hotter.

Draping my arm around her neck, I kissed her forehead and then led her back to the items on the ground.

I put the knife, cable ties, and hard drive into my pockets, and Indiana put the gaffer tape over her wrist like a bangle and shoved the flashlight into the bikini string on her hip, Lara Croft style. My cock throbbed. My brain swirled.

Focus, Kingsley. Your dick can wait.

We needed to get off this island before we died of dehydration or the asshole in the chopper came back.

We grabbed our half-empty water bottles and climbed up out of the alcove.

“Stay here,” I said, then I ran into the bushes to get my scuba booties that I’d removed yesterday.

After I returned to her, I tugged on my booties and then searched along the edge for an obvious climbing route. There wasn’t one, but we had no choice. We had to find those bodies. I had to believe that Briggs had a phone, and I fucking prayed that the phone still worked.

I led the way. The soft crunch of dead leaves beneath our booties was the only noise. It was a vast relief from the constant beeping yesterday.

We strode along the top edge to a gap between two massive gum trees. Using the trees for support, I stepped off the edge and started our descent. We inched our way down the rocky cliff, grabbing handholds of gnarled branches and exposed roots. Loose gravel beneath our feet threatened to crumble beneath us with each step. The slope was fucking steep. One wrong move, and we were as dead as the bodies we were trying to find.

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