Page 78 of When He Fights
His Ana.
When she came, she gasped, “I love you!”
He greedily drank up the words.He held her caged against the shower wall, and he pounded into her, and he erupted on a blasting wave of release.His teeth snapped together.A snarl escaped him as he poured into Ana.
The orgasm surged through him.Lasted and lasted.Left him utterly wrung out and soul satisfied.
Her head sagged against the shower.Her eyes drifted closed.“If you pulled stitches, it’s your own fault.”
He smiled.She didn’t see the smile.
Ana yawned.“Gonna need you to carry me back to bed.”Sleepy.Slurred.Gonnaneedyoutocarry…
He withdrew.Let the water wash over them again.Then he took her out of the shower.Dried her carefully.Yanked a towel over himself.And had her back in the bed even as she was nodding off against him.
He shoved away rose petals.Eased her beneath the covers.Hesitated.“Do you want me to stay?”
Before, she’d?—
“Yes.”Another yawn.Eyes closed.
He slid beneath the covers with her.Tucked her against his side.Felt peace settle over him.Then Kane slipped instantly into sleep.
He was in hell.Explosions were going off all around him.Blasts of fire.Screams filled the air.The rat-tat-tat of gunfire.
Women were hurt.Children were crying.And the demented bastard in front of him was going to killmore.Kane launched at him.He flew through the smoke and the fire, and he tackled the SOB even as he felt the cut of the knife across his skin.He ignored the pain.He pounded with his fists.Drove them at the bastard over and over again.
He couldn’t stop.
He wouldn’t stop.
Except…
The bastard before him—his face changed.Even as Kane’s fist drew back, the figure shifted.It was no longer the terrorist who’d planted all the bombs in that long ago hospital.It was…
Logan Catalano.
Smiling.Smiling with a busted lip and a broken nose.And he was saying…“You can’t save her.She’s mine, and I’ll kill her before you can save her.”
Kane’s fist drove down, but he just hit the floor.
Logan was gone.
The smoke and the fire and the screams—gone.
He was…
In a house.
Ana’s house.
He could hear the faint strain of a harp playing.He whirled around, and Kane saw Ana.She was sitting at her stool, and her fingers fluttered over the strings of her harp.Her hair blew around her face.Why?Why was her hair blowing?
The drapes behind her were blowing, too.Blowing inward because the glass was broken.
He rushed toward Ana, then staggered to a stop.
Her fingers stilled on the harp.
