Page 29 of Flawed Revenge

“Naked beneath my T-shirt, Katie-Bear,” he murmured.

Cheeks pinking with a pretty blush, that tongue of hers did its thing, sweeping across her bottom lip. “Oh, uh, yeah, I kept your old T-shirt. I didn't think you'd recognize it.”

“Thought I said to stop doing this.” Lion leaned in and nipped at her bottom lip, hard enough to make her gasp and then moan, but not enough to break the skin.

“Can't help it. You drive me wild. I forgot what this felt like.”

“Me too, Katie-Bear, me too.”

Unable to wait a second longer, he lifted her up, and she immediately wrapped her legs around his hips, putting her wet and bare center right over his throbbing erection.

“Where are we going?” she asked as he headed down the hall instead of to either of the bedrooms they’d been using.

“My room.” Maybe it was a little caveman of him, but he knew Kate wasn't certain about what their future held as a couple, and if this was going to be the only time he got to have her, it was going to be in his room, in his bed.

“What if Ariella needs us?”

“Blade will hear her if she calls out.”

“Oh, I'm not used to you guys and your … magic powers.”

“Not magic, babe,” he reminded her, although he could see how to someone new to the whole situation it felt like it.

“How well can you see?” she asked curiously as he carried her upstairs.

“I can see your pulse thumping wildly in your neck, I can see each flare of arousal in your eyes, I can see each beat of your heart.”

“Even through the T-shirt?”

“Even through the T-shirt.”

“That’s … amazing,” she whispered.

“Sometimes,” he agreed. But sometimes he wished he’d never signed up for that program and he was just a regular special forces operator. That way, he wouldn't have missed out on a decade with his girls.

When he reached his room, he didn't waste any time. Setting Kate on her feet before him, he shoved his sweatpants down his legs, stepped out of them, then reached for the hem of Kate’s T-shirt.

Her hands covered his, stopping him before he could pull it over her head. “I want this back,” she warned him, and he loved more than he could express that she was so attached to an old T-shirt of his.

“It’s yours,” he assured her. “In fact, I have a whole wardrobe full of T-shirts. You can have as many of them as you want.”

“You probably shouldn’t make that offer unless you want to be stuck walking around permanently shirtless.”

Lion chuckled, then grasped her hands, lifting them and touching a kiss to each of her knuckles. “Everything I have is yours, Katie-Bear. I'm yours.”

Her expression softened at the words, and her smile was warm, gaze heavy-lidded as he once again reached for the hem of the T-shirt and pulled it up and over her head. Those perfect breasts of hers filled his hands, and he tweaked her nipples, reading every micro-expression so he could memorize everything she liked. A decade had passed since he last touched her, and that was a long time for someone’s tastes and needs to change.

“Feels so good,” she murmured, her hips subconsciously rocking as they sought the same treatment.

“Not sure I'm going to last long this first time, Katie-Bear,” he warned. It had been too long, and he wanted her too badly.

“Don’t want long, just want you inside me.”

Lifting her, he carried her to his bed. “Think you’d better take a nap with Ariella today.”

“Why?”

“Because I'm going to have you screaming with pleasure until the sun rises.”