Page 230 of Chaos Kills

“What are you doing?” I rasp, andCairo takes the opportunity to latch his mouth to my neck.

“I thought you were tryin’ to get me over here,” he mutters. “You win.”

Wait, what?

“No, I was serious.” I try to look down and catch his eye, but Cairo is way too busy making me weak at the knees with how good he is at kissing my neck and working my clit into a frenzy.

Holy shit.

My eyes practically roll back in my head when he shoves a finger inside me, and I’m losing the plot here.

I’m really losing the damn plot here.

“You didn’t disappoint me, Little Terror. How long have you been wet for me?”

My cheek brushes against his hair as I inhale deeply to get some oxygen into my lungs. When I don’t respond right away, he pushes another digit into my cunt.

“Mae’s kitten really is missing.”

He pauses, but he doesn’t move away from his spot. “You’re serious.”

“You thought I came up with a cat story to get you over here?” I roll my eyes with a scoff because please. I’m not that desperate to get off.

Or I wasn’t.

Cairo sinks his teeth gently into my throat before his nose brushes along the marks. “That’s a pity, Little T. I had plans for you.”

And before I can manage to ask what those are or maybe get back into it, he straightens his spine and pulls his hand from my pants.

I feel the loss instantly.

“Well, what’s five more minutes?” I press, doubling back on ruining what he was doing.

“Five minutes? You think that’s how long it’ll take me?” I don’t know the right or wrong answer to that, so I press my lips together. “Where have you looked?”

“Everywhere.”

He lets out a silent sigh before pivoting and waltzing deeper into the house. I don’t move from the door when he disappears in the direction of the bedrooms, but I do try my best to steady the needy throbbing in my body and how he came in here like he did.

Cairo fucking Black.

Fuck me.

That boy went from zero to a hundred from hating to wanting to fuck me and my head is still spinning from it. The night at the hotel was hot as fuck, and I’ve replayed it in my thoughts a hundred times over.

I’ve even repeated it accidentally when something triggers in my brain mid-conversation.

All the damn time.

I hear Cairo’s footsteps quickly reenter the space he just left me in, and I find a scowl painted all over his face as he looks down at his cell phone.

“I need you.”

The urgency in Cairo’s voice has me peeling myself off the damn door and forward. “What’s wrong?”

“Reeve. I need backup. Where’s Wallace?”

“Out, but I can?—”