“I, uh…”
“Don’t!” Cassidy was glaring up at him, just a few inches shorter, just a breath away.
“What?”
“You were going to apologize.”
He nodded.
“Well, don’t.”
“But…”
She held up her hand to silence him, but he ignored her.
“I promised safe passage. I promised that you’d be as safe as you want to be aboard my boat.” And now he’d gone and kissed her. Kissed her long and hard with a need that had surprised them both—well, it had shocked the hell out of him anyway. And it had been fantastic.
“I said, ‘Safe’.”
“You did.”
She raised an eyebrow, a smile tickled the corner of her mouth. That soft, strong mouth. He wanted to kiss her again and feel how it changed as that smile took shape.
“And?”
“I took advantage.” Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Angelo would smack him but good.
“Russell?”
