Karibu Heat (Sequel to Kabana Heat) Read Online Free Page A

pressed
them to her bare breasts and stumbled to her feet. Goddamn it, her legs felt
like rubber.
    Her gaze honed
in on the jiggling knob of the door that separated their suite from the next
one. All the keys here were plastic cards...except for those that went with the
doors between suites. They were there in the event guests desired connecting
rooms to enlarge their space, or to offer more seclusion for multiple couples
who wanted to mingle and interact privately—sexually—among
themselves.
    But Anjelee and
Keefer didn’t know the people on either side of them, so that damn door should
stay locked.
    Could it be that
asshole, Jager, or was a stranger trying to break into her room? Great, just
what she needed at a critical time like this.
    The knob jiggled
again.
    She stifled a
scream and gripped the bag as if it would protect her from the devil himself.
She backed up and reached for the phone’s receiver, brought it shakily to her
ear and tried to recall the number to the front desk. Was it one, zero, what?
    The door swung
open and crashed against the wall. Anjelee shrieked. Why she dropped the phone
instead of the toys, she didn’t know, but it clattered to the tile floor and
out of reach beneath the bed.
    Speak of the
fucking devil.
    “Jager.”
    “Calling someone
to come and help you escape?”
    He planted his
sparsely furred, muscular legs apart and crossed his arms over his chest. And
doinking bugs alive, he was still nude. She tried to avert her stare, but there
was no ignoring that half-erect, long cock jutting out from the nest of brown
curls. Her pulse had been racing out of fear, but of all idiotic things, it
suddenly went into turned-on mode.
    Damn it.
    “What do you
think you’re doing here?”
    He strolled into
the room and lounged back on the bed right in front of her. Holy foley, did he
ever look magnificent and virile. And apparently, based
on his hardening cock, the prick was getting off on this chase.
    “Keeping an eye
on you so you don’t fly the coop, of course.”
    She winged the
zippered bag at him causing a toy inside to spring to life. Over its buzz, she
hissed, “You’re not the boss of me.”
    He caught the
sack against his chest without even taking his burning gaze off hers, never
making an indication he noticed one of her many vibrators clanking against all
the others in the bag. “I am now.”
    “What, are you a
thief or something? How did you get in here?”
    He winked and
rubbed two fingertips together. “You should know. Money talks. Sometimes even
nets you a door key…for the right price.”
    “Oooh.” She
stomped a foot. “You jerk!”
    He chuckled and
braced one arm behind his head. The bag of pulsating sex toys was tucked under
his other arm like a football. His biceps bulged and, accompanied with the
sarcastic laugh, his abdomen rippled like low, powerful waves on the ocean’s
surface. Waves with deadly sea snakes slithering beneath the
surface, no doubt.
    “I wear that
badge proudly,” he boasted, grinning with a mouthful of perfect white teeth.
“At least in your company I do.”
    “Get out.”
    He launched to
his feet so quickly, she stumbled backward against the nightstand. “Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.” He scratched his head in mock reflection. “Something just
occurred to me. Did you just call me a thief a minute ago?”
    Anjelee’s fury
had been simmering low and in check—until now. She smacked her hands on
her hips and screeched, letting it erupt into a full-blown geyser. “Uh, hello there, breaking news. You’re the one who burst
into my room without permission. Or
are you too dunce to realize what you just did? It’s called breaking and
entering, and it’s against the law.”
    He slam-dunked
the bag onto the bed causing his cock to bounce and another toy to come to
life. His hand snaked out so fast, she had no time to react or even catch her
breath. He closed his fingers around her elbow and yanked her into his arms.
    “Are you too
much of