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Though I wasn’t the kind of man who was easily rattled, it scared the shit out of me.
Before Aubrey died, I’d made a conscious decision to lock up my heart. Since I never made promises I couldn’t keep, the idea of falling in love was too risky. Especially when I had no way of knowing if a bullet or bomb might have had my name on it. Instead, I focused on my job. I kept my shit wired tight and my unit alive while taking out dangerous insurgents behind enemy lines. Some of our missions were a walk in the park. Others, we barely survived.
After Aubrey’s death, and the brutal stroke that took my mom, I’d locked my heart in a lead box to keep myself from experiencing the life-altering misery of losing someone I loved again.
I wasn’t a monk. I’d fucked a lot of women over the past four years…mostly subs. But even then, before ever getting naked, I drew a hard line in the sand. They weren’t allowed inside my life or my heart. It was safer that way.
There was nothing safe about Emma.
I had no clue why I was so fucking obsessed with her. All I knew was I needed to add more lead around my heart, and watch my six…afterI made her shatter, screaming my name.
With a nip and a tug, I grudgingly eased from Emma’s mouth and lifted my heavy lids. The moonlight spilling over her beautiful face cast her in an ethereal glow. Her lips were red, swollen, and glistening. My heart clutched. She looked like a fucking angel.
Still clinging to my bicep, Emma whimpered and tossed her head back, granting me access to her milky-soft throat. Taking full advantage of the pale canvas before me, I dragged my lips, tongue, and teeth down her slender neck before flattening my tongue over the hammering pulse point at the base of her throat.
“Blade,” she moaned, restlessly rocking her hips.
“What do you need, darlin’?”
“You. All of you,” she breathlessly whispered, pinning me with hopeful hazel eyes.
Heart racing, my mind swirled with all the dirty things I planned to do to her as I stood and scooped her from the swing. Emma tossed her arms around my neck as I clutched her tight to my chest. Letting my baser instincts take over, I crashed my mouth over hers, and poured all the passion roaring inside me into the kiss. Swallowing her needy, kitten-soft whimpers, I carried her inside the house and up the stairs.
ChapterTen
Emma
Drowning me in fiery, urgent kisses, Blade’s lips never left mine as he gently eased me onto his bed before following me down. Supporting his weight on his elbows, he lowered his hips…nestling his thick, hard erection between my legs. A jolt of arousal I’d never felt before surged through me. He swallowed my gasp and ground his massive cock against my aching pussy. My nipples strained and burned. Flames licked my spine. And my panties grew even wetter from the needy ache thrumming through me.
The sensations he conjured were taking over my body in ways I’d never felt before, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more…needed to feel his hot, naked flesh on mine. Gripping Blade’s T-shirt in both fists, I started dragging the cotton fabric up his back. He tore from my mouth with a growl and locked me with a disapproving glare.
“You’re not in charge, darlin’. This ismybed. We play bymyrules here. Understood?”
His stern, commanding tone sent ripples of lust quaking through me. It was as if he’d reached inside my mind and plucked out my favorite fantasy. If he did and said all the things I dreamed about while rubbing my clit in bed alone at night, I’d be putty in his hands.
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered. “I’m sorry. Please…tell me what you want me to do.”
Blade’s muscles tensed. His nostrils flared. And fire leapt in his eyes. But when he clenched his teeth so hard his jaw ticked, I knew that was the answer he’d wanted to hear.
Or at least, I’d thought so, until he rolled off the bed and stood.
“W-what’s wrong?” I stammered as panic pushed every ounce of arousal from my system.
“Not a damn thing,” he replied with a dirty grin as he extended his hand.
Unsure what was happening, I slowly sat up and placed my trembling fingers in his palm.
His blue eyes narrowed as he helped me stand before gently stroking a knuckle down my cheek.
“Why’d you take my hand?” he asked, parting his legs, squaring his shoulders, and tucking his hands behind his back.
His regal posture sent tingles racing down my spine. “Because you reached out for me.”
“I did.” He smiled. “But that’s not why you took it, little one.”
Little one.
The first time he’d used the term, I’d foolishly taken offense. I now realized that from the moment we’d met, he’d tried to show me who he really was. He was showing me again. This time, I saw him crystal clear.
