Chapter Twenty Seven
Nina’s POV
Sand was in my hair. In my mouth. In my bra.
Dante’s body was pressed under mine, hard muscle and heat and gun oil. His hands were locked around my waist. My top had ridden up, my bare stomach against his chest.
For one wild second, his face was almost buried between my boobs.
We just stared at each other. Both breathing hard.
Nothing happened. No kiss. No cute moment.
Just shock. Heat. And a gun still in his hand.
“Get off me, kitten,” he said, voice rough.
My face burned. “Then let me go.”
He released me and I scrambled away, pulling my top down, brushing sand off my skin with shaking hands. My heart hammered in my chest.
“What is wrong with you?” I snapped. “You could have broken my neck!”
“What is wrong with me?” He stood, limping a little, h
