Wild Hearts in Atlantis
“If he’d been forced to ride in the car, trapped with the scent of her, for more than five minutes, he might have been driven to desperate measures. Like jumping out and taking his chances with a face plant on the dirt road.
Or asking her to stop the car so he could rip the clothes off her luscious body.
Desperate measures.
But the humid weight of the swamp air and the dense greenery surrounding them served to distract him enough that he could keep his hands—including the one she’d so competently bandaged with the first-aid kit in her backpack—to himself. At least temporarily.
Why did this woman affect him so much? And how was he going to carry out his duties to Atlantis if he didn’t get over it? His duty was to protect humans—all humans. But he would gladly have channeled the forbidden element of fire itself and incinerated the bar and everyone in it if it had meant protecting Kat. He wanted to carry her back to his home in Atlantis and never, ever let her anywhere near danger again.
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