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“Yes. I need to know what will kill me.”
“Do you think a man who wants to kill you looks like this?”
My mind was in my panties. It was impossible for me to catch one clear thought, not with him so close, touching me, making me want him so badly I couldn’t think.
“Not sure. I haven’t met many serial killers yet. Or mobsters.”
Soren laughed. His body was so close to me that it made me shake.
“Mobster? Who would have thought? Though I prefer mobster to serial killer.”
He moved his fingers over my jaw and up to my lower lip. I needed every ounce of my focus not to take his finger into my hungry mouth and suck it.
“Yana,” he whispered before taking my mouth.
I’ve never been kissed this way before. This was not a kiss. This was a mind fuck. Not only was my body melting, even my bones turned liquid. My brain experienced that deep inner bliss I would only reach after one full night of Supernatural and two pints of ice cream.
Soren’s hands moved over my wet, cold hand, warming me. He then grabbed me by the waist and sat me on my washing machine, lifting me as if I didn’t weigh more than a small bag of groceries.
His mouth left my hungry lips and moved down to my throat. It was then that my world lit on fire. My body was as hot as his. My thoughts could only run toward his naked chest and everything I had no idea I craved.
“You could be a serial killer or something.”
I exhaled. He found that sweet spot between my throat and shoulders and nibbled softly. His red, shining eyes looked into mine. There was full intent in them and in the way he didn’t let go as he touched me.
“I can either answer your questions or kiss you. Your choice, gorgeous.”
The way he said the words made me want to run my fingers over every inch of his sexy body.
My answer was simple. I pulled his head to me and took his mouth. I claimed it as if it was mine to kiss. Soren tasted like spring. I could not get enough of him. I had never experienced such a deep need and a desire to connect with another creature. The rush of blood in my ears roared louder than the storm outside.
His hands found me. He helped me discard the drenched shirt and sweatshirt. I sat on my washer, not feeling self-conscious at all about myself. I was hot, excited, and needy for his touch.
My hands pushed his jacket off his shoulders. I was rewarded by the way his shirt clung to his muscular, defined chest. He grabbed his shirt and ripped it off. I couldn’t stop myself from giggling.
We looked at one another, and the world around us stopped spinning. Nothing mattered so long as Soren was here. I didn’t even care if my body landed on Karl’s table tomorrow.
Soren took my hand and led it to where the bullet almost touched his heart. I would have at least expected to feel rugged tissue under my touch, but there was no scar. Nothing. Just a little bit of soft, dark blonde chest hair that didn’t do anything to distract from his beauty.
“I was shot. You saved me.”
“Uhuh.” My face leaned toward his chest. I kissed my way to the spot, tasting his skin. Hot waves of arousal roared like a storm inside my body.
My panties were soaked, but not from the rain. I shivered. I needed this man the way I had never needed anyone before. My breasts pressed against his hot skin.
“I need to tell you something,” he said.
Fear pushed me back from him. This was when the other shoe dropped and something bad happened. He can’t be this perfect.
“You’re married?”
The words escaped me. I didn’t intend them to run free. As soon as I spoke them, I couldn’t take them back. As long as I didn’t know, I would have been okay. But if he told me he was married, I couldn’t act as if nothing happened. It was something I couldn’t do. I couldn’t inflict this pain that ripped my heart apart on any other woman, no matter how much I wanted the man candy who stood between my legs with a huge bulge pressing against his still wet jeans.
“No!” He laughed, leaning his head back.
Then his fingers moved on my jaw again. He kissed me so softly that I moaned into the kiss.
“Still, you need to know this before we mate.”
