“I’ll let you be the judge,” he said, his fingers swiping over his phone screen.
This was the ideal time for Kenna to make her move, while he was occupied pulling up the so-called incriminating photos. I allowed my gaze to flick for just a moment to meet hers. She was ready, stun gun clutched tight in her fingers and just a few feet from where he stood.
It might have only been an instant that I glanced behind Carter, but he sensed something and looked up from his phone at me, a frown marring his lips. “What are you hiding?” he asked, his cagey blue eyes narrowing.
My pulse escalated. His gaze drifted from my face, cutting through the darkness behind me. If he glanced over his shoulder, our element of surprise would be trashed. His eyes continued to move, growing closer and closer to Kenna. Panic often made me do stupid shit, and inside, my panic clawed like a wild beast, shredding my composure. I couldn’t let him see Kenna, so I did the first thing that came to mind.
His eyes shifted to the side, his body angling slightly, and it was only seconds before he turned and caught sight of Kenna. I had to do something. Quickly! My brain malfunctioned. I froze, losing precious time I didn’t have.
Then I was moving before I realized what I was doing. If I had time to actually think about it, I would have come up with a better distraction. But the hourglass was out of sand.
Grabbing the sides of his face, I turned him toward me just as I pressed my lips to his.
Revulsion rippled like waves in my stomach, and every instinct in my body screamed at me to pull away, to rip my lips from his, to put distance between us before he grabbed me.
Carter’s reaction was expected. He ground his lips into mine, his fingers moving to my hips and digging in, keeping me from going anywhere. It felt like hours, waiting for Kenna to hit him with the taser. Carter’s tongue jammed against my teeth, and I gagged, unsure how much longer I could let him touch me.
Then the buzzing came.