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Mason let out a growl that made her stomach do a happy dance and made her think she would get another kiss tonight.
Mason pushed off the floor and stood, then swept her off the floor and against his chest. Kiera leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his neck again. This was perfect. The man she spent her life with needed to be this strong and capable. Beating him through a surprise attack was all fine and dandy, though she knew he could’ve fought her and won even with her cheating. Mason was far too tough and trained for her to best him, and she loved that about him. She loved even more that he’d let her win.
Striding toward the bed, Mason seemed as strong and determined as ever. No sign of any deficit from being knocked out just minutes ago.
He stopped next to the bed, and his expression was almost a glower. “I cannot believe you choked me out.”
Kiera shrugged and tried to look innocent. “I can’t believe you let me. You didn’t even fight.”
“I could never hurt you, Kiera.”
“Oh, my.” Her heart softened. “I thought you’d tap out. I don’t want to hurt you either and you kept your promise, since that was all me. And I felt if we kissed, you’d know that we were meant to be and you wouldn’t let Ray or anyone else pull us apart when we go back home.”
Kiera bit at the side of her bottom lip. She hadn’t meant it as a signal, but his arms tightened around her. She could see his pulse racing in his neck, and his gaze sharpened on her mouth. Would he kiss her again? She didn’t want him to go against any promise. That was why she’d knocked him out and kissed him. To take all the blame on herself. But oh, how she wanted his mouth on hers again. Just one more soft touch.
She arched up toward him.
Mason tossed her onto the bed.
She landed on the soft mattress with a surprised, “Oomph.”
He backed away, his blue eyes full of regret, a battle waging inside him, but his face and body were strong and determined.
“I thought you could never hurt me,” she said, sitting up but not moving toward him.
“That hurt you?”
“No. I’m just teasing.”
“If you had any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now …” He took another step back. “That kiss … You …” He shook his head. “Goodnight, Kiera. Sweet dreams.”
His lips curved into a bit of his normal smirk, and she couldn’t help but smile back.
“You had the last laugh,” she said.
“No. I’m putty in your hands.”
Kiera’s eyes widened. Before she could do anything about that beautiful statement, he spun and all but sprinted for the door. He opened it, slid out, and closed it before she could protest.
Kiera lay back on the bed and grinned. He was putty in her hands? Ah. She adored every bit of her tough-but-soft-for-her man. That kiss confirmed they were meant to be together forever.
They’d get back to Augustine. Ray would see how much they loved each other and bend. If he didn’t, Kiera would pursue Mason and force him to go to America with her. She had her own resources. She adored her family, but she didn’t need them financially. She only needed Mason. Not financially, but in every way.
Sliding off the bed and onto her knees, Kiera prayed. First, for Drake to be all right and get home safe, for Sarah and her family to have peace and strength. Then she focused her prayers on Mason and them being together. Soon.
This would be the best Christmas in the world.
With a kiss like that, it already was.
ChapterThirteen
Kiera felt hands on her.Her eyes fluttered open. The Radisson cabin in Wengen. She was lying in bed in the guest room she always stayed in. It was pitch black, but someone was in her room, touching her.
“Mason?” she whispered, though she immediately knew it wasn’t his amber and musk scent.
A hand clapped over her mouth, and she let out a scream too late. The sound was muffled by the hand pushing her down into the bed. Multiple hands ripped her out of the quilt and bedsheets. She was airborne. A hand pressed hard against her mouth and wrapped underneath her armpits. Another pair of hands secured themselves around her legs.
She screamed, but no sound escaped. She bucked her body, fighting against whoever had her in their grip. No matter how she squirmed or tried to hit at them or get her legs free, they held her tight. As the men rushed her out of the room, she wondered if they had infrared goggles on. It was so dark she could barely make out their shapes.
