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I just shrug.
We go silent. As seconds tick by, the stakes get higher. I did punch Blaine today. That was a tactical move motivated by pure revenge. I need to up my game. Planned attacks are one thing.
Impulse will get me killed.
Or worse.
Acting on impulse could get Lindsay harmed.
That is unacceptable.
I bury my nose in Lindsay’s hair and inhale.
The moonlight shimmers as she pulls the curtains closed. Without another word, she turns, reaches up, and presses the full length of her body against mine. Long and languid, like hot caramel being poured up my body, she seals the embrace with a kiss.
Not just any kiss.
Her lips open and her tongue insists on getting my full attention.
Which isn’t a problem.
At all.
We kiss, a slow, wet connection that makes my sweaty shirt soak into her. Lindsay doesn’t seem to care. Her fingers thread through the wet hair at the nape of my neck. Her little sounds of pleasure drive me further. Soon, my hands are on her breasts and she’s grabbing my shoulders, one hand riding down to my ass.
This escalated fast.
Thank God.
“What you did was so powerful,” she gasps against my mouth. Pulling back, her eyes blaze as we look at each other. “I haven’t felt that protected in -- ”
“In four years.”
“Yes.” She doesn’t look away. She doesn’t get mad. She doesn’t look uncertain.
Instead, she kisses me again.
“Plus,” she adds as she comes up for air, the electrical charge between us almost visible, “he didn’t see it coming. Those assholes are taunting me. They think they have all the control.” A calculating smile turns those red lips into something diabolical. “But they have no idea what’s coming.”
“If anything’s coming, I want it to be you, first. Then us, together,” I groan in her ear, blowing lightly until she shivers. I get serious. “If you’ll have me.”
“I’m ready. That’s why I asked you up here. More than ready,” she whispers. Shoulders back, body language clear, this is a more confident Lindsay. Punching Blaine turns out to have been a move that puts me at a strategic advantage. Not against the scarves.
But in terms of my heart.
Lindsay trusts me now.
Enough to let me into her body, at least.
“You’re in control,” I tell her, stripping out of my running shirt. She gasps at my naked chest, flattening her palm against my pecs, sliding down.
“Sorry for the sweat,” I apologize.
“Don’t. It’s hot.” She reaches down and bites one of my nipples lightly.
“Hot as in sexy?” I hiss into her ear, picking her up and covering her body with mine. “Or hot as in heat.”
“Both.”
