Page 19 of Warrior Unraveled

She walked toward him, unsteady at first.

“You killed the demon.”

Wes stared at the creature. He wasn’t moving anymore. No sound. No breath. Just green blood staining the stone floor, the hilt of the dagger sticking out from his chest.

“Yeah, he’s dead.”

“Why did you kill him?”

Wes tossed her a questioning look. “What the fuck?”

“If this is a ruse to make me trust you…”

“A ruse?”

“Yeah, to save me from a demon so I’ll believe you’re not working with them.”

For an instant, he stood there frozen in stunned disbelief. Then he shook his head and raised his arms in defeat.

“You know what, Virginia? I’ve had it. I’m at the end of my wits. Go ahead, kill me. Do whatever you want to me, because clearly, no matter what I do—save your hide, risk my life for you, or whatever else—you’re never gonna believe me anyway. Just put me out of my misery.”

Suddenly she grabbed him and pressed him against the wall, pinning him there.

He met her penetrating gaze, trying to read her intentions. “Virginia?”

“Shut up, witch!”

Her lips were on his a split second later, paralyzing him. For a moment, he couldn’t even react, too surprised was he by her action. But then his instincts kicked in, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him. He kissed her hard. Then he separated his mouth from hers.

“Name’s still Wesley.”

He didn’t give her time to respond. Instead, he slanted his lips over her mouth and took what he’d wanted from the moment he first laid eyes on her. Her lips softened under his demand and parted to accept his invasion.

Virginia was different from what he’d expected. The tough warrior with the will of steel was gone. In its stead was a woman who molded her tantalizing body to his as if her life depended on it. As if she submitted to him without question.

Her lips tasted of hunger, her tongue of need, and her breath of desire. With every slide of his tongue against hers, with every swipe against her teeth, every press of his lips to hers, the fire inside him intensified. He’d kissed a lot of women, slept with more than he cared to remember, but rarely had a woman ignited such need in him. Or roused his cock so rapidly. Because, boy, was he hard.

Wes slid his hand down to Virginia’s leather-encased ass and jerked her against his hard-on, needing to show her what she did to him. She moaned into his mouth, a reaction he welcomed. Maybe she was finally accepting that he had no intention of hurting her. That his intentions were of an entirely different nature and involved them being naked and clinched in an altogether different battle: the battle of who would make whom come first.

And why not start with their clothes on? Determined to make this headstrong redhead surrender to him in every way, Wes grabbed her ass with both hands and rubbed his cock against her center. Even through her leather pants he could feel her heat.

Virginia was more passionate than he’d expected, even for a redhead. She was fire personified. Hot to the touch. Sizzling hot. Nothing could stop him now. He didn’t care what it took, but to make Virginia climax in his arms was his mission now. It didn’t matter that they were in a corridor, with a dead demon lying at their feet, where anybody could come upon them. He couldn’t waste this opportunity. He had to show Virginia that she could trust him. And what better way to do that than by showing her what pleasure he could bestow on her?

Beep-beep-beep.

The high-pitched sound nearly pierced his eardrum.

Beep-beep-beep.

“Evacuate,” a computer voice announced from somewhere in the ceiling.

Virginia stopped moving against him and ripped her lips from his. “Shit!”