Superb and Sexy (Sky High Air #3)(55)

And yet he could tell by the look on Maddie’s face that it wasn’t a gamble she was willing to take.

Finally, Maddie stepped back from the worktable and dusted off her hands. She stood there a moment and let out a long breath, then moved to the white telephone on the wall. “Done,” she said into it and hung up.

Tiny Tim showed up in less than five minutes.

“Charter boat,” Maddie said. “Now.”

Tiny Tim shook his head. “Wind’s up. Got an advisory. The boat’ll be here at seven AM but not before.”

That was not good news.

They were led back to Leena’s room, with Brody sticking tight to Maddie, his hand on the small of her back. She shot him a look, but he didn’t give a shit. Until they were out of here, and by that, he meant off this f*cking island and back on the continental US of A, he was peanut butter to her jelly.

Because no way in hell was he giving anyone another chance to touch her, feel her up, or so much as insinuate violence.

He was done with all of it. Done with pretending to be quiet and meek, done with pretending not to care when people leered at her, done with pretending not to know that this entire compound was filled with criminals. Bullshit, all of it, and he was getting her out before anything happened.

As they crossed the main living room toward the stairs, they saw Rick sitting on an artful but probably incredibly uncomfortable love seat with a woman on either side of him. All three were in bathing suits, holding drinks, laughing.

Rick’s gaze landed on Maddie, though he didn’t say a word to her.

Nor she to him. At least not with her mouth, but her eyes said plenty. Mostly I hate you and die a slow painful death.

Rick smiled.

And Brody actually shivered. Jesus, this place was really creeping him out, and he hadn’t spent his first sixteen years here. He could only imagine what it was doing to Maddie and how she felt.

When they were alone in Leena’s bedroom, Maddie went directly toward the bathroom, kicking off first one boot, hopping on her bare foot to pull off the other, making sure the knife stayed hidden. Reaching in, she grabbed the knife, letting the boot drop, moving with great purpose.

“What are you doing?”

Ignoring the question, she slid off her myriad of silver bracelets, leaving them on the dresser by the bathroom door.

“Hello?”

She didn’t even look at him.

“Goddamnit.” He grabbed her arm just as she would have slammed the bathroom door on his nose. Pulling her around to face him, he looked into her eyes and found the answer to his unspoken question. No. She was not okay.

She pulled free, and he let her because he was not interested in a wrestle session. At least not unless they were off this island and naked.

Very naked.

Without a word, she walked into the bathroom and once again, turned on the shower and the sink and flushed the toilet. She pulled off her necklace. “I’m taking a shower.”

Okay. He could understand that. Except…“I thought there’s a chance we’re being watched.”

“Not in the bathrooms.” She ripped off her top, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. “You should know, I have plans for tonight.”

Her words didn’t register for several heart-stopping seconds due to the fact that she was wearing a bright pink bra edged in black silk, complete with a bow between her breasts, breasts that were full and creamy smooth, threatening to spill out with her every movement as she reached up to pin her hair on top of her head.

“It shouldn’t take long,” she added.

Since most of his brain cells had ceased to function, he was definitely working with less than a full deck. “What shouldn’t?”

Her hands went to the button on the waistband of her skirt. “I’ll show you later.”

“Now’s better.”

She looked at him as if he was a very stupid man, then put her mouth back to his ear. “I’m going to break into Rick’s office and try to get proof of his illegal activities to take with us in the morning.”

Christ, that was a spectacularly dangerous idea. He hated this. Well, he loved the stripping part, especially how that gorgeous, willowy, curvy bod was shimmying out of that skirt, but hated everything else. “Maddie.”

She dropped her skirt.

His jaw nearly fell as well. It made no sense—he’d already seen her naked. Hell, he’d kissed every inch of her naked, and yet here he stood, rooted to the spot, instantly galvanized by the sight of her in her underwear like he was a horny teenager who’d never gotten lucky except by his own fist.

Her panties were little boy-cut shorty shorts, matched the bra, and like everything else about her, just about did him in. Low on her hips and cut to a deep V in front, they dipped low enough to give him heart failure, and that was before she turned her back on him to check the water temperature, bending over the tub to do so, revealing the back, which rode up so high that half of that gorgeous, mouthwatering ass was revealed in all its perfection.

And she was perfection. His secret fantasy. Actually, maybe not so secret as he stood there probably drooling and most definitely hard enough to strain the button fly on his jeans. He pulled her in close under the guise of wanting to kiss her. “Let’s just get out of here in one piece.”

“There’s no boat until morning anyway. Now move. I have to get this off me.”