Say It Again (First Wives, #5)(14)

Sasha skirted her eyes toward the group of people, sat taller, and then looked back to him. “I’m hot.” Without another word, Sasha stood and dropped several euros on the table.

AJ jumped to his feet and grabbed her hand to keep her from running as they headed for the door. Surprisingly, she didn’t pull away.

The cold night air snapped against him as they walked away from the light of the bar. AJ stopped in front of his rental car and Sasha positioned herself against the door, her gaze flickering to the bar behind him. With a move he wasn’t expecting, she pulled him close enough to feel the heat of her body against his. Sasha reached up and placed a hand on the side of his face.

“Who else have you spoken to here about Amelia?” she asked in a voice just above a whisper.

What the hell was she doing? The warmth of her hand on his cheek distracted him. “Just Lodovica. I’ve hung out in the bar, waiting until I recognized someone from the school.”

“How did you know to talk to me?”

One of her hands reached for his hip.

“The woman you were with. I’ve seen her leave the school, noticed her in the bar, but didn’t think she’d let me buy her a drink.” AJ stopped her hand with his as her palm started to move over his ass. “What are you doing?”

“You’ve caught the attention of several people in the pub, AJ. And either you’re an exceptional liar, or you’re being followed.”

“No one knows I’m here.”

“So you have a fake passport?”

He blinked a few times. “Why would I need . . . ?”

“You really are an amateur.” She placed her body flush with his from knees to chest and lifted her lips. “You’re going to kiss me and look at the man by the door.”

Without any time for thought, Sasha pulled his lips to hers and moved her hands up his back.

Her breasts pressed against his chest. Pliant, soft lips blew warm air against his. His brain fried.

“Kiss me back,” she demanded, her lips flat against his.

AJ looked into the depths of her gaze and grasped the sides of her face. He might not have realized someone was watching them, but he knew how to kiss. He tilted her head and opened his lips against hers. Her tongue darted in and he followed.

Her kiss was both fire and ice.

Dangerous.

AJ turned her around and kissed her harder while his eyes searched for a man at the door.

No one was there.

He closed his eyes, shifted positions, and kissed her again. Her hands moved over him like smoke, barely there but would leave a scent when she was gone. She lifted her leg alongside his.

She was good.

“I don’t see anyone,” he said between kisses. Purposely lingering over her frame and taking full advantage of the position she’d offered him. “Wait.” He captured her head in his hand, bit at her lip, and pretended to scope out the bar a second time.

He drew away slightly.

Her lips opened enough for him to know she wanted more. Even if this was nothing but a game to her. He ran a free hand down the length of her, his thumb tracing the outer edges of her breast.

Her eyes darkened and it took all he had not to smile. No, he tasted her again, looked behind her shoulder. “No one,” he finally said.

Sasha looked over his shoulder, and broke their kiss. “He was there a minute ago.”

Right, sure he was.

AJ kept his body pinned to hers, her back resting against the car. He ran his thumb over her swollen lips.

She watched him.

“Anything you want to know about me, you can just ask. You don’t have to steal my wallet to find out.”

Slowly, she started to smile. Sasha stepped out of his arms, reached inside her boot, and handed him back his possession. “Not as clueless as you first appear.”

“There was no one in the bar, was there?”

Her grin faded. “And you’re not wearing a wire.”

“You’re testing me?” He gritted out the question.

“Trust no one. Richter taught me and your sister that.”

He closed the distance between them, flattened his body against hers once again. Any amusement he may have had on his face a moment ago was now gone. He felt the anger pulling at his gut. “My sister obviously forgot that lesson and now she’s dead. I don’t have time for games, Sasha. Every day that passes makes the trail to her killer colder. I don’t have to be a cop or a graduate of whatever kind of military school Richter is to figure that out.”

“Get. Off. Me.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Quite a change of tune from a moment ago.”

She shifted her weight, clueing him in at the last second to what was coming. Her knee came up, and AJ doubled over and grabbed his junk. Absolutely the worst way to kill an erection.

Sasha pushed away. “Good luck in your search, Mr. Hofmann.”

AJ leaned against his car, caught his breath as her footsteps faded.

Son of a bitch.

He yanked open his car door and slid behind the wheel. Halfway back to his hotel, he removed Sasha’s cell phone from his back pocket.

He knew he’d see her again.





Chapter Six



The difference between someone who attempts to be badass and one who is, is the education and skills behind them.