Page 89 of Maddox

“What do we do now?” she whispered, her voice shaking.

“We wait until tomorrow.”

“Someone compromised our position.”

Right now, telling any lies wasn’t in either of our best interests. “It’s possible. But we could have easily been followed from the airport.”

“You don’t trust Damon. Do you? At least not completely.”

Hearing the strain in Charmaine’s voice matched the heightened level of anxiety I’d felt for hours. “It’s not about trust. It’s about limiting what information he has.”

“To keep him safe?”

“To keep us safe as well.” I continued to debate how to handle the situation. My instincts continued to inspire even more dangerous beliefs. There were few we could trust with the information and I honestly doubted the FBI was in Charmaine’s corner.

She moved to the wall between the door and the dresser, folding her head into her hands.

The woman was extremely strong, so much so I’d come to admire every aspect about her. Yet, I felt her resolve was crumbling. How could it not after almost being killed only hours before?

I tossed the bag of weapons onto the floor, moving toward the dresser and placing the bag containing water and other essentials onto the surface. When I noticed my reflection in the mirror, I lifted my head and studied my appearance.

This wasn’t anything I’d intended on getting involved in, but I had to see it through.

Whatever would happen.

There was an electric buzz in the room, the harsh crackle digging at both my mind and my body. Being in close proximity wasn’t in either of our best interests. As I took a deep breath, I closed my eyes. Just thinking about her created a need that threatened every aspect of control. Damn it.

“Do you want a drink?” I asked as I turned my head toward her. Even standing in the ugly light of the shitty room, she looked beautiful.

Charmaine didn’t respond right away, taking several deep breaths as her body continued to shake. When she finally looked at me, I could sense her fear. “No. I want something else.”

“What’s that?” I inched closer, my balls beginning to swell.

“You. Don’t say it, Maddox. Don’t shove me aside. Please, make me forget. If only for tonight. Please.”

God, she was fucking gorgeous, especially with her lower lip trembling as she studied me.

Being with her in any other way but her protector wasn’t a good idea, but the sheer chemical connection we shared had only increased as the danger had done the same.

I closed the distance, placing my hands on either side of her.

She shifted slightly from foot to foot and rubbed her palms down her jeans. As she lifted her head, her eyes searching mine, I realized just how close I felt to the stunning woman.

More so than I had with anyone else in my life.

“You know this isn’t a good idea,” I told her.

“Yes, but I just don’t care.”

Every action slow and easy, I lowered my head, breathing in the light floral scent of shampoo and shower gel. Her lips were parted, soft and rosy and my need only continued to increase.

She continued to fidget, even dragging her tongue across her bottom lip. When she placed her hands on my chest, I realized I had zero control around her.

The moment I crushed my lips over hers for a searing kiss, she pulled away from the wall, arching her back. Every aspect about the woman created an intense fire and the way she clung to me increased the need to protect her against all costs.

I couldn’t care less what happened to me.

There’d always been a distinct tension between us, a strange promise of darkness and danger. We weren’t good for one another, but neither could erase the hunger we’d felt from the first few moments.

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