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“You’re acting like a brute.”
The elevator door dings open and he drags me inside. I feel like a bag of potatoes being lugged around. Once the door fully closes, we faceoff again.
“What the fuck were you thinking coming up here with that asshole?” he demands. “In case it slipped your mind, he’s a goddamn murderer.” When Kane is super pissed, he slides back into his Boston accent. And, right now, I’m not hearing any “r’s” which tells me he’s off-the-charts furious.
“You are not the boss of me, Maddox! I had it under control.”
“Did you?” He takes a step closer, blocking me in the corner, his chest rising and falling hard. “Because it sure as hell didn’t seem like it.”
I shove a hand against his chest, trying to push him back, but he doesn’t budge an inch.Big mountain of a man.“Oh, yeah?” I pull up one side of my slinky green dress, reach into my garter belt and pull out the item I just stole.
I wave the keycard under Kane’s overprotective nose.
“What is that?” he demands.
“A way in to where they’re probably holding DeLazzer.” I turn it around and show him the logo at the bottom where there’s a biohazard sign and some Spanish words. “I don’t know much Spanish, but I knowlaboratorio.”
The elevator door glides open and neither of us moves, the air between us tense and pulsing. Just when I can’t decide if Kane is going to throttle me or lecture me, he pounces. His kiss is hard and punishing and beyond thrilling. I crush my breasts against his chest and open my mouth as he thrusts his tongue inside, conquering every corner.
When the door starts to slide shut again, he shoves his booted foot out, stopping it, and then reaches over to open it up again. We pull apart, breathing hard, and his intense hazel eyes lock onto mine.
“Don’t youeverturn your comms off on me again when we’re on a mission,” he warns me between clenched teeth, voice low and unyielding, as he pulls first his and then my ear pierce free, shoving them into his pants pocket.
I nod, still a little dazed by his kiss. “I know. Sorry about that.”
“If anything would’ve happened to you…” His voice trails off and his gaze softens. Then he reaches for my hand and pulls me out of the elevator cab and down to our room.
The last thing I meant to do was scare him, and now I realize that he panicked a little after I left. He shouldn’t have, though. That means he doubts my ability to operate, and you can’t have a partner who doesn’t have full faith in your ability to come to the rescue, if need be. He’s never been like this before. How many ops have we gone on? And he’s never made me feel like I couldn’t handle myself in any situation.
Once we’re in our room, I turn to him and frown. “I appreciate your concern, but I can take care of myself, you know.”
“We’re done talking,” he says, moving up fast and spinning me around so my back side is pressed to his front. A thrill shoots through me when he drags his stubbled cheek along the side of my face then moves lower, kissing my neck. I tilt my head, giving him better access and stifle a moan.
Without warning, he’s bending me over the desk, his palm flat between my shoulder blades, pushing me down. My pulse pounds in my ears as I turn my head and lay my cheek against its cool surface. Another zing of anticipation flares brightly as he reaches under my dress, gathering the fabric as his hands glide up and leaving it pooling at my waist. The rough texture of his calloused fingers on my thighs and then over my bare derriere causes shivers to run through my body.
He slides his fingers beneath the elastic of my thong and thenriiip.
I gasp and when I try to stand up, he presses down again. He leans over me and brushes a kiss along the shell of my ear. “Don’t move,” he whispers. “I’m going to fuck you just like this.”
My heart crashes against my ribs and I let out a little breath.
“How does that sound?” he asks, voice so husky and full of need that I bite down on my lip, already so wet for him. “Sai? You want that?”
“Mm-hmm,” I manage to murmur. He’s got me burning up, dripping in anticipation, and then he pulls back.
“Don’t move.” I feel the loss of his heat as he walks away, and I whimper.
When he returns a moment later, I hear the tell-tale sound of him tearing a condom open, and I close my eyes as I listen to him unzip his pants and drop them. Then he grasps my hips, squeezes them, and hikes me higher onto the desk. The moment his steel length brushes my wet center, I moan softly and push back.
“Tell me what you want, Sai,” he rasps.
“You,” I murmur. He’s teasing me and I can’t take much more.
“What part of me? My fingers?” He trails his fingers along my slit, dipping one slightly inside my core then pulling it away.
“Yes…” I breathe.
“Or my tongue?”
