“I told you not to worry,” Nicole said.
Will’s chest expanded. “That is easier said than done. I thought you were trapped and those goons would find you.”
“You would’ve stopped them.”
“Yeah, somehow.” His throat muscles worked while he stared to the sky. When he looked at her again, his scowl had softened. He turned her wrist over and switched off the receiver and then did the same to his. Looking down at her, he said, “If anything would’ve happened to you, Nicole, I would’ve never forgiven myself.”
He brushed his thumb over the back of her hand, sending tingles up her arm and down her spine.
“I’m okay, Will. Really.”
He pulled her against the hard plane of his body without warning, causing Nicole to gasp. His strong arm wound around her waist and anchored her in place. Flames of desire flashed in his blue eyes.
Warmth pooled between Nicole’s legs.
Will’s gaze dropped to her lips.
Oh, my God. He was going kiss her. She lowered her eyes to his chest where his heart pounded against her palm, separated by only the thin fabric of his dark shirt. As much as she wanted him to kiss her, how could she be sure it was Nicole he wanted to kiss and not Katrina. It had been less than forty-eight hours since he’d learned the truth about who she was. Until that point she had been Katrina to him.
She was no longer that woman, the woman who pleased men because that is what they wanted. Until she knew for sure who he desired, she couldn’t give any part of herself to him. She pushed away. “Please don’t.”
Will let her go. “I’m sorry. I thought—”
“You thought wrong.” She smoothed her hands over her hips not knowing what to do with them. “I’m not that person. I’m not Katrina.”
His spine stiffened as if she’d slap him. “What? No. I don’t—”
A crackle behind them caused Will’s attention to shoot over her shoulder. In a blink, his Glock appeared in his hand.