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The mere thought of him made my insides turn to water. He, like the others, had become one of the most important people in my life. Not too long ago, I had wished to go far away, but I couldn’t imagine losing them.
A gentle breeze blew through the trees, carrying a familiar scent. After a few beats, a dark shape approached as if I’d summoned it with my thoughts. When he came closer, Kall stood tall and beautiful, looking down at me.
My heart skipped a beat, and the entire world was reduced to that patch of woods.
CHAPTER 14
“Areyouallright?”he asked, taking a knee in front of me.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
He nodded, then sat by my side. “Nice spot you have here.”
“I thought so, too.”
We shared a smile.
“How do you feel about our plan with Mr. Bickford?” he asked.
“I don’t want to talk about that.”
“Oh.”
I turned slightly, angling my shoulders in his direction. “Actually, I don’t want to talk about anything,” I said in a voice that came out with an unexpected cadence.
One of his thick eyebrows went up, and his gaze fell to my lips. “If it’s not words you want from me, let me assure you, my lips are willing to do whatever else you want them to.”
The deep ring of his voice sent a delicious twirling sensation traveling down from my belly button down to my core. His nostrils widened as if he scented my desire. Placing a hand on the side of my face, he leaned in to kiss me. When our lips met, it was as if a jolt of electric magic was released through the length of my body, and I immediately melted into his arms.
As I nearly went limp against him, one of his hands cupped the back of my head while the other one wrapped around my waist. He deepened his kiss, his tongue caressing mine, then exploring the seam of my lips. As we kissed, all I could think about was the last time we’d been alone like this. I had been intoxicated with kinnikinnick, and I passed out in his tent. Though before that, he’d given me a sample of what his lips could do.
Wanting to speed things up, I lay back and pulled him down. He rolled on top of me and continued kissing me, abandoning my lips after a moment to let his tongue travel down the column of my neck.
My hands roved over his chest, enjoying all the ridges and valleys his muscles created, encouraging him to do the same with me. I wanted him to touch me, to make me his for once and for all.
With satisfaction, I felt his manhood grow and press against me. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, and that made me feel powerful. He wantedme. He was… mine. All mine! The thought should have been intimidating, but instead, it made me feel glad. No one else could have him but me.
When one of his hands slid under my shirt and crept dangerously slowly toward my breast, he stopped and pushed up to look at me.
I almost growled in disappointment, but his intense green gaze pinned me down and left me silent. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly.
“Maybe it’s a bad idea.”
“No, I want you, Kall. I want you now.”
His lips trembled as if he were fighting to hide a smile. “The others…” He started to turn his face in the direction of the warehouse, and I grabbed his chin and made him look at me.
“Never mind the others.” I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him tight. His erection pushed against my middle, causing a heat like wildfire to spread through my body.
“Make me yours, Kall. Please.”
He chuckled deep in his throat then. “I told you I would make you beg,” he purred in my ear, and though I should’ve been furious at giving him the satisfaction, I didn’t give a damn.
Grabbing the back of his neck, I pulled him in for a kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth and sinking my fingernails into his back in an attempt to drive him crazy. He kissed me passionately for a moment, then pulled away again.
“I know you want me to go fast, but we’ll take it slowly. I want to make sure you enjoy it.”
