Page 80 of Under Fire

“Yeah.”

“Chief,” Master Chief Rose said through the line, “there’s been a situation. We are flying out at first light. Can you get to the airfield ASAP?”

The air in his kitchen grew thick, like time had stopped.

Warren leaned over the counter, just breathing, distantly hearing the master chief prompt him for his answer.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Alisa

Alisa sat on the edge of Warren’s bed in nothing but a towel. He’d saved her. He’d defeated Dean. Her mind was barely able to process how emancipated she felt—for the first time.

Hearing his heavy steps approaching, she flickered her gaze to him through the darkened bedroom as he entered and stood still before her. Her heart thumped so hard that she wondered if he could hear it.

“Hi.” She searched up and down his stiffening body.

“Do you feel safe here?”

His tone was different. She paused.

“I feel safe because you are here—” she responded slowly, tilting her head as she tried to understand him. “Because he’s scared of you.”

As the answer rolled off her tongue, she rose, letting the towel flow off her curves. It was time to show him her appreciation. The dim light of the moon cast over her breasts, seeming to stir him in the way she’d hoped. His teeth grazed his bottom lip, and she knew exactly what he wanted to do to her.

“What are you doing?”

“I need to find a way to thank you,” she said, squaring her naked form to him, running her hand down her flat stomach, “for everything you’ve done for me.”

But he said nothing, staring intently at her.

“Warren, what can I do to thank you?” she prompted, playful seductiveness in her tone.

He fell forward, gripping her waist to hoist her to him, feeling the side of her face with his other hand. It never ceased to take her breath away—with how hard and rough he was—and how much she loved that.

“Tell me.” She grinned.

“I don’t have time for games anymore.”

Then he took her mouth with his, tasting her lips.

He kissed her hard, deep, moving slow then fast. Faster, still. She loved the way his tongue intertwined with hers, loved the sensation of his slick mouth manipulating hers however he wanted it. The moment was already overwhelming, emotion crashing over her. She sank into his arms, surrendering, getting lost in him. She was definitely falling.

He searched her mouth, her kiss, closing his eyes as he slid his hands up her back, more firm and needy than ever before. She moaned, tilting her head back as he kissed down her chin and neck, grazing his teeth. Already she felt drunk on the feeling of his dominance. Her body responded fast to him, getting wet in a snap.

He pushed her head to the side so he’d have better access at her ear and neck, continuing to taste and play. She’d never realized that ear was a wildly erogenous zone, and her legs literally shook as he held her tight, deepening the sensation. It felt for the first time like she wasn’t ever going to lose him.

And if she did, she knew she’d lose herself.

He dropped his hands down her form, grabbing her wrists. “I didn’t forget.”

Before she could ask what he meant, he reached over to the chair by his bed, ripping off a tie that laid beneath the suit he’d worn to the wedding. It wasn’t a tie he’d worn to the event, but she guessed he’d tried it on at some point.

Spinning her around, he kissed down the back of her neck, down her spine and tied her hands together tightly behind her.

She realized—this is what he didn’t forget.

“I’m going to do whatever I fucking want to you,” he growled, pushing her down so she fell over his bed.

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