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"Tehya's already suggested that and is moving on it," Kira assured him.
"Tell her to put a rush on it," he sighed. "The next time the bastard shoots at Mikayla, it just might be fatal."
"She's an interesting young woman," Kira said softly. "I'm a damned good judge of character. Not once this evening did she even attempt to discuss you or whatever problems the two of you are having. She did a good job of hiding it as well, even as tired as she was. You have a treasure there, my friend."
"Don't start, Kira," Nik breathed out roughly.
"And it looked to me like you're becoming pretty involved." Her voice softened.
"Are you going to break her heart, Nik?"
Was he? As far as he was concerned, there was no way around it, unless she wasn't in love with him. And he knew better. She wasn't clingy, whiny, or possessive, so far, but she was in love.
"If you have no more information, Kira, then I have to go," he told her without answering her question. "Let me know if Ian learns anything more."
"I'll be sure to, Nik." Her voice held that gentle, sympathetic tone that she reserved for animals and morons. He could only imagine which one she was thinking of. Disconnecting, he laid his cell phone on the bedside table before rubbing at the back of his neck as he fought the irritation, the arousal that only grew inside him. He could almost feel Mikayla's soft skin against his hands, his fingers flexing at the memory of the warmth of her, the snug heat of her pussy enveloping his dick. He was as hard as iron. He had been as hard as iron all day. His d
amned dick was going to end up getting him into the type of trouble that he didn't want to deal with. The type that would end up with him back in Mikayla's bed, and in a hell of a lot of trouble for both of them.
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He paced the bedroom like a caged tiger, that hunger eating at him from the inside out as he fought the need to go to her, to ease the hurt and the confusion from her pretty eyes.
She was softening him; he could feel it, and he hated it. Softening meant looking at himself, seeing the shadows he knew existed inside his own soul. Remembering when he didn't want to remember.
"Nik?" A soft knock, Mikayla's low voice, and his senses seemed to go into overdrive.
The door opened slowly.
She stood there, long blond hair flowing around her, while amethyst eyes stared back at him with innocent hunger. She had changed from the lounging pants to a robe, and if he wasn't sorely mistaken, she was naked beneath it.
"Are you coming to bed?" Soft as a whisper, like fairy wings, her need reached out to stroke against his senses. "I miss you against me, Nik."
"Mikayla," he sighed her name. He should tell her no, he should walk away now. So why wasn't he?
"Is it over so soon?" she asked him then, a hint of painful knowledge filling her gaze. "I didn't expect that."
"You don't want me tonight, Mikayla." He shook his head wearily.
"Why don't I?" she asked softly. "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you. Why would that change?"
The bleak despair she had sensed earlier shadowed his gaze once more.
"So fucking innocent." He felt like an animal, the need for her burning through his veins. "You have no idea the things I could ask for." Nik was dying, fighting to hold back. She had no idea how hard holding back truly was.
A spark of anger should have lit her eyes rather than that spark of need that went beyond hunger or lust. That glimmer of something deep, something that pierced his soul and left him aching to lose himself in her silken embrace.
She stared back at him as she drew her lower lip between her teeth and gazed at him with that sweet, burning hunger. Then she did something he fully didn't expect. With incredible grace, her fingers loosened the belt to her robe as she shrugged, the silken violet material sliding over her shoulders, her arms, to pool on the floor at her feet. Creamy pink-tipped breasts rose and feel quickly, the hardened nipples tempting his tongue as his fingers curled with the need to touch her.
He felt like an animal ready to pounce, the hunger raging through him with a desperation he wouldn't have believed possible. She was his. The innocence glittering in her eyes, the gentle warmth, the need, it was his. He was her first lover. He was her only lover. The need to mark her as his forever raged through with a force nearly impossible to control. To mark her body, her heart, her soul. To ensure she was always his. He moved without thought. Thought was a thing of the past. Striding across the floor, Nik lifted his woman in his arms and strode down the hall to the bedroom and the bed where he had first claimed her. The bed where he had found the greatest pleasure imaginable.
His lips stole hers in a kiss that fired his blood the second he picked her up. As she twined her arms around his neck, a low, delicate moan sent his senses crashing into 157
pure need.
Lust, he forcibly reminded himself. It was lust. It wasn't need. But it was need. A need that defied description. The hunger that tore through him made no sense, yet it felt as natural as breathing. It felt as needed as the air around him. She was a flame burning in his arms, and he was helpless to do anything but burn with her.
Shouldering her door open, Nik carried her through it before kicking it closed behind them. He laid her on the bed, their lips parting as Nik fought to draw in enough air to sustain him. Enough to, he hoped, dilute the surging arousal. Nothing could dilute what he was feeling now. There was no force of earth or of nature that could possibly turn down the fire raging through him.
