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His hands slid down her chest, over the swell of her breasts. He slipped them under the sweater, and his cock lengthened as his hands came into contact with the heat of her skin.
He cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples as his tongue swept her mouth, the remnants of his mind — the distant part that still cared about strategy — screaming at him.
This hadn’t been the plan, and yet, he found he couldn’t care less about the damned plan. Not now when she was in his arms, soft and pliant, the refuge of her body right under his fingertips.
He was almost confused when she broke their kiss. He’d been prepared to forget his plans, to take her again right there in the kitchen.
She bowed her head and rested her forehead against his chest, her back rising and falling with shallow breaths that matched his own.
He told himself he was relieved. She’d done what he hadn’t had the strength to do — pushed him away, stopped them from getting off track by fucking in the kitchen.
Did he believe it? He wasn’t sure. When it came to Kira Baranov, he was losing track of what was the truth and what was a lie.
He took her head in his hands and forced her to look at him. Her eyes were cloudy, and he wondered what she was thinking. Was she using his desire against him? Using her body as the weapon it was?
He added it to the long list of things he didn’t know about her.
“I have an idea,” he said.
She stared up at him. “I’m listening.”
“Let’s shelve this discussion for a few hours. We can go into town for some supplies. I can take you to breakfast.”
She scowled. “Are you trying to distract me with waffles?”
He laughed in spite of himself. How could she alternate between being the most maddening woman he’d ever met and the most charming? How could he go from wanting to lock her in the lake house and never lay eyes on her again to wanting to wrap her in his arms?
“Maybe, but don’t worry. I know it won’t work for long.” He looked down at her and sighed. “I’d just like to take my wife to breakfast. Will you allow me that small pleasure?”
She seemed to consider her answer. “I like waffles, but it won’t change my mind. I’m not staying here while you go back to the city.”
He kissed her, and even that brief press of his lips on hers was enough to make him want to forget breakfast — to forget everything — and take her back to bed.
“We can discuss it later,” he said.
“Do you promise?” she asked.
“I promise.”
They would discuss it when they returned to the house, but by then, Rurik would be on the way. Lyon would make it clear Kira was staying.
And that would be that.
