Page 43 of Kage

I took the stairs two at a time, allowing her to unlock the door. Tank barely lifted his head from one of the two beds where he’d been sleeping. At least that meant he hadn’t experienced any disruptions.

As soon as I lowered her feet onto the floor, I immediately shifted my hands to her hips, attempting to steady her.

She took a few shallow breaths, licking her lips as she tested the weight on her knee.

“Okay?” I asked.

“Yes, I think so. Thank you.”

I pulled off her sunglasses along with mine, tossing both onto the dresser. When I reached for her hat, she tilted her head to the side, closing her eyes as my finger danced across her skin. She was a pure, natural beauty and my cock ached even more. The moment I tossed the hat, she shook her head, allowing her long hair to fall across her shoulders.

Even in the last filtered light of the early evening sun, she was the most beautiful creature I’d ever laid eyes on.

As soon as she attempted to take a step, she fell forward again. This time, the craving for her, even a single additional touch and taste became overwhelming. The bag tumbled from her hand, softly landing near her feet. She was momentarily distracted, her eyes falling to the floor as her chest rose and fell.

Juliette laughed nervously, her long fingers clinging to my shirt. Her head tilted, she slowly allowed her gaze to fall from my eyes to my nose, licking her lips in a tempting way before slowly shifting the look to my lips then away.

The tenseness in my muscles increased.

Tasting her once had been a necessity.

Twice would be a dangerous mistake.

But God help me, my control was lost.

“Kage.” The sound of my name on her lips was the last straw. I wanted this woman and nothing would stop me from claiming every inch.

The second I fisted her hair, I pulled her close, crushing my mouth over hers. This was no heart-stopping moment and it certainly wasn’t love at first sight, but the intensity of our connection was undeniable.

Call it what you wanted.

Fear that our lives would be cut short.

A taste for the forbidden.

Danger calling the shots.

It didn’t matter.

All that did was her warm body in my arms, her soft lips falling open, waiting for my tongue to explore the sweetness.

Her moans were soft and I captured every one of them. I wasn’t thinking. I couldn’t give a shit about consequences, or the fact danger lurked around every corner, hiding in every shadow.

I swept my tongue inside, every nerve ending seared from the sweetness filling my mouth. As I slid one arm under her bottom, she arched her back. The pressure of her weight against mine was almost as powerful as the kiss.

She felt perfect in my arms, our bodies molded together and the softness of her skin tingling mine. How long had it been since I’d been with a woman? Long enough.

My mind was a blur as I lifted her off the floor. She immediately cradled my thighs with her legs, pressing them against me as she slipped her arms around my neck. Just the way she toyed with my hair, tangling her fingers in the dense strands turned me on. Every sound she made was more powerful than the one before.

I pulled her away from the wall, my movements deliberate as I walked to the second bed. She felt so light in my arms, as if she weighed nothing. Tension remained between us, but the desire was shoving aside all rational thoughts, obliterating that fine line I’d tried to carefully preserve.

She offered no resistance as I eased her onto the bed. Being gentle with her was easy even if my hunger was so great all I could think about was devouring her. But she deserved more than a brute with carnal needs attacking her luscious body.

With her hair splayed out, she appeared like an angel. Those eyes of hers could break down a man’s soul, especially now. She was so uncertain. Of me. Of this place. Of the mission. Yet everything within her hungered the same way.

Maybe this would be our last night on earth. As crass as it sounded, I couldn’t think of a better sendoff. Did that make me an asshole? Likely. Did I care? Fuck, no. And I doubted she did either.

She said nothing as I removed the gun from my waist, carefully placing it on the table between the two chairs. The way her eyes fell to my left leg indicated she was aware of the knife I always wore. With a sly smile on my face, I planted my foot on the end of the bed, rolling up my pant leg and unstrapping the holster.

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