Naomi leaned into Alex, capturing his mouth in a bold, breathless collision.
He tasted of expensive bourbon, faint spice, and a suffocating, raw heat that instantly stripped away her composure. The taste of his lips was far more delicious than she had ever braced for, sending a sharp, electric jolt straight down to her core.
The moment Raymond had slid his photo across the table back at the safehouse, Naomi had already made up her mind. One look at those cold, sculpted features, and she knew she wasn't letting this target slip away easily.
Yet seeing him walk into the bar tonight had made the dossier look like a joke. In the flesh, his lethal magnetism was magnified a hundred times over. His every movement sharp, commanding, and dangerously attractive.
