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Anger pumped through her body. Anger, fear, adrenaline. Lust. That dangerous combination that pushed her and emboldened her. “Stop!”
He did.
“You think you’re going to scare me, don’t you?”
Midas didn’t glance back at her.
“Think that if you say the right things—or the wrong ones—you’ll make me afraid of you.”
His hands fisted. “I don’t want you afraid.”
“No? Then stop dropping ridiculous lines saying that you’re a killer.”
He spun toward her. “I have told you before—”
“You’re a bodyguard. You protect people. That’s your whole gig. You saved me. I don’t care who your father is.” She marched toward him. Determined. “I don’t care why you came into my life. I just care that you are here now. You’re not some killer. You might just be the craziest, bravest man I’ve ever met, but you aren’t a killer.”
He smiled at her. That slightly cruel smile should have chilled her. It didn’t. “If you think I would hesitate to kill if it meant keeping you safe…”
Her heart pounded even faster.
“I wouldn’t. Not even for a second. I would destroy anyone who tried to hurt you.”
“Because…you’re protective of me.”
“That I am.”
“Because…I’m your charge.”
His hands curled around her waist. “Thought we covered this before…you’re just mine.” His mouth pressed to hers. Her lips were open. His tongue dipped inside.
Her blood ignited.
That was just the way it was with him. Her body had a mind of its own. When he touched her, she yearned. When he kissed her, she melted.
Did he have the same reaction? His body didn’t seem to be melting, but Midas sure did seem plenty hard. In the limo, she’d told him her secret. No past lovers. No way to compare the riot of feelings that thundered through her when they touched. Everything was fresh. New. Consuming with him.
He tasted her and she moaned and her hands clutched desperately for him. He lifted her, and it was natural to wrap her legs around his hips and to just kiss him deeper. To savor his taste. He was carrying her somewhere. She didn’t break from him to see where. She kept kissing him. Her nipples had turned into tight peaks that ached, and her hips rocked against him with every step that he took.
Alina knew she should stop. This wasn’t the time. They were still little more than strangers. Except…
She trusted Midas completely. How could she not? He’d walked through hell to save her.
He lowered her down. Lifted his mouth from hers. Alina blinked and realized she was on a bed. The mattress was soft and big beneath her. Midas towered over her. His hands were still around her waist.
“Want me to stop?” A rumble from him.
“Don’t you dare.” A demand from her.
She saw his pupils flare at her words. “Remember you said that,” he told her, voice so deep and dark.
She’d remember everything about this moment.
His hands slid under the edge of her blouse. Such warm hands. His fingers were callused, a little rough, but Alina found she liked that roughness. Up, up, his fingers went, and then he was cupping her breasts through the bra she wore.
It wasn’t enough.
She was on the side of the bed. Her legs splayed over the edge. Midas stood between her legs. Leaned over her. He touched her through the bra, and it just wasn’t good enough. Her hips kept surging up against him. She ached. She needed.
