Page 90 of Fighting For Light
“Maybe?” I tell him.
He chuckles and puts a fresh page up in the clips, hitting the button to send it back.
“Try again.”
I take a deep breath, lift the gun like Kai showed me, and squeeze the trigger. I shoot off five rounds this time and set the gun back down.
“Hey, look at this! You hit him in the chest!”
I smile at Kai. “I guess that’s a good thing.”
He drops the paper and turns around, pulling me to him. His strong arms calm the anxiousness spinning through me, and I feel his cheek against my head.
“It is, but let’s hope you never have to because I’ll be there to do it for you.” My stomach twists at the thought that Kai would have to do anything like that for me, but there is no doubt in my mind that he would.
“Let’s hope you never have to,” I say into his shoulder.
“Okay, enough of that. Let’s try again,” he urges me.
I nod and grab the heavy gun in my hand. Kai’s hands come up around mine, and I stop looking at my target, keeping my arms in the same position.
“I can handle the firearm, Kai,” I mutter.
He groans and pushes his front into my back. “I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he says, grinning and nips my ear. I have to put the gun down because of the shutter running through my body.
“And you callmekinky,“ I grin.
He chuckles and spins me around, pushing me up against the counter where guns and ammo lay. I glance up at the corners of the room. There are cameras everywhere, which makes sense, being where we are. But it doesn’t exactly provide a lot of privacy. He sucks on my neck and lays measured kisses over my collarbone to the other side of my jaw. He nips my skin, making me jump.
“I didn’t think watching you shoot a gun would be an aphrodisiac,” he says with a gravelly voice in my ear.
The hair on the back of my neck stands on end as the rest of my body responds to his. “Kai,” I moan a little too loudly.
His hand skates under my oversized shirt to my breast and angles in front of my body, so it would be hard to see what he’s doing to me.
“There’s cameras, babe. Can we just take this home?” I ask him.
He drops his hands and flips the button of my jeans. He grins against my mouth and kisses me.
“Or we could keep doing this. I’ll buy the place if I have to.”
My head tips back, and I hit it on the partition.
“Ouch.” I grab the back of my head.
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, baby.” He lets go and checks my head.
I lean up to kiss him and whisper, “Take me home so we can finish this.”
“Yes, ma’am. Though I have to say, I think this is a future fantasy I would like to see.”
I laugh and shake my head, grabbing our stuff. “Maybe when I’m not in my second trimester.”
“Fine,” he sighs and winks.
I shake my head and flip the safety back on the handgun.
Kai packs us up, and we walk out of the shooting range together.
