Page 26 of Born into Blood

I’ve always kept myself from women, but I can’t do that with her. I don’t fucking want to.

“Luka,” she pants, a breathy whisper against my lips that pulls a groan from mine, threatening to turn me fucking feral.

“Lara,” I whisper back, resting my forehead against hers and trying like hell to pull myself together. Thanks to Pip, I can’t press my body to hers like I want, but maybe that’s a good thing. I’m not so sure I’d survive it if my dick were pressed against any part of her body right now.

Running my thumb along her jaw, I give her one more kiss before putting some distance between us. “I’m taking you out tomorrow,” I tell her.

Her blue eyes are glassy with lust, pupils blown, and the blush on her cheeks is spreading down her neck. She looks beautiful and sexy and way too damn tempting. Unable to resist, I close the distance, giving her one last kiss. It’s hungry and deep and when I pull back and run my thumb over her kiss-swollen lips, she moans and arches up to me, and that’s when I know it’s time to leave.

“Go inside, kisa,” I murmur close to her mouth. “There are so many things I want to do to you right now, but I don’t want any more of our firsts to happen in a hallway with a tiny kitten as a witness.”

She lets out a moan at my words and I softly nip the corner of her mouth. “I want time and space and a soft bed. There will be plenty of time for hard fucks against a wall and me dropping to my knees to bury my head between your legs any damn time I want, but not for our first time, not here and not when your screams would wake everyone on the floor.”

She lets out a soft whimper, and I drag my nose along her cheek again, allowing myself one last breath of her before standing back up to my full height.

“Goodnight, Lara,” I tell her, smiling at the stunned look on her face. I pet the kitten she’s still holding. “Night, Pip.”

I take a few steps, walking backwards down the hall so I can still see her. “I’m going to text you in a few minutes so you’ll have my number.”

“Okay,” she whispers, watching me go. “Night, Luka.”

I smile and only after she’s unlocked her door and stepped inside, do I turn and head for the stairwell. It’s dark, and when I turn on my phone’s flashlight, I can see that a few of the bulbs have been removed. Feeling downright giddy, I tuck my phone away and silently make my way down. With any luck, the fucker will still be here. When it’s clear he isn’t, I take a seat on the stairs and pull my phone out again. Typing in the number she’d put on her form, I send her a quick text.

Here’s my number, kisa. Everything okay? How’s Pip liking his new home?

While I wait for a response, I find the number for an all-night locksmith. After a quick call where I explain the situation and the large tip I’m prepared to give, he agrees to change the locks on her apartment in the morning and to say that it’s an upgrade the owner of the building is implementing. I’d thought long and hard about having him come out tonight but knew it would just make her mom suspicious.

A text is waiting for me when I hang up from the locksmith.

Everything is fine, and Pip is exploring. He likes his formula.

She sends me a picture of his furry face, mouth covered in kitten formula, and I swear a look of pure gratitude in his green eyes.

Thanks for the picture. Now send one of you.

You want a picture of me?

More than anything, yes.

She makes me wait several minutes before sending a photo, and when it comes through, I can’t help but smile. It’s perfect. She’s holding Pip up so the two of them are both in the shot, and she’s giving a shy, hesitant smile, blue eyes shining, and that signature pink blush on her cheeks. She’s fucking perfect.

So beautiful.

He is a really pretty cat.

I was talking about you, kisa. You’re beautiful.

I hear a car coming closer, and when I peek out the door of the stairwell, I see a guy pulling out several bags, balancing all the cat supplies we’d picked out earlier before slowly making his way to the elevator.

You’re about to get a delivery. He’s on his way up with Pip’s things, and the locksmith will be here in the morning. Don’t worry, I told him to say the owner of the building is responsible for it.

Where are you right now?

I laugh and type out my response.

In your stairwell.

I don’t have any idea what to say to that.

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