He closed his eyes. “I want to taste every inch of you, learn what turns you on, watch your face when you come on my fingers, my mouth, my cock.”
“Axton.” Her voice was shaky.
He pushed as hard as he could against the metal closing in. “Looking at you makes my breath catch, my gut clench. Like there’s the possibility for something truly special.”
The door inched forward, forcing him to bend his knees.
He heard Xenia strain against the door on her side, and knew she was losing the battle, too.
The doors were coming closer to crushing them to death, and then there’d be no possibility of anything.
He moved one hand and gripped Xenia’s. Her fingers squeezed around his.
The unforgiving metal edged closer.
CHAPTER FOUR
Axton’s knees were getting close to his chest. He let out an enraged roar. He had to just sit here and let Xenia die from some Rahl-engineered booby trap. He was so fucking sick of being a failure.
He tightened his grip on her hand and with his other, he made a fist and slammed it into the floor.
The floor gave way.
They both dropped like metal to a magnet and into some sort of chute.
He pulled Xenia closer and wrapped his arms around her. They slid downward, moving faster and faster.
Then they shot out the end.
He got the impression of darkness and empty space.
They hit the ground with a hard thump.
Axton landed on the bottom, with Xenia on top of him. The impact forced all the air from his lungs and sent a sharp pain shooting through his shoulder. He groaned.
“Are you okay?” She scrambled upright until she was straddling him. She started patting him down, his face, neck, shoulders.
He groaned again. “I’ll be fine.”
Then it hit him. They were alive.Alive.
He sat up, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her.
She went rigid for a second. Then she threw her arms around him and kissed him back.
There was no hesitation this time. It was a wild kiss. Hot. Abandoned. A celebration of the fact they were still breathing.
She tasted so damned good. A taste that could quickly become a dangerous addiction.
He needed her. He needed that tight, strong body beneath him. She whimpered against his mouth, her tongue stroking his.
But he wanted her safe first.
He tore his mouth from hers. “We need to get out of here.”
She nodded. “I think we’re in some sort of storage area beneath the warehouse.”
It was old. There was stonework that was clearly done centuries before and a lot of dust. It had obviously fallen out of use years ago.
