“I am not that, either. I am a Lokian, and we—”
She climbed him, her arms locking around his neck, her legs around his hips, her lips on his. She thrust her tongue inside his mouth, singed him with her taste, that of freshness, sunlight and vitality, the heat of her hunger. “I don’t need you to tell me anything.” She wrenched away, impaled him with the urgency in her eyes. “I need you. For tonight.”
For tonight. Just tonight.
That worked for him.
He’d take her, do everything to her, right here, then leave.
He’d never see her again.
Now it was up to him to make it worth the lady’s time. Not to mention almost her life.
No problem.
Chapter Four
Kara looked into the eyes of the…man—for lack of a better term to describe him—she’d almost died for last night.
She’d seen him shift parts of himself into lethal weapons and…things; she’d watched him kill ten men with the swift steadiness of a practiced executioner.
If possible, that only made her want him more.
And she’d have him, just this once, if it were the last thing she did. She could literally die replete and happy afterward.
Which, if what she’d learned recently had any truth—and now she was forced to believe it did—might even be soon. It also meant the danger might be as great to him.
She couldn’t afford more than this one night. But she had to have it. And he hadn’t promised it yet.
She wrapped herself around him tighter, tugged on his silken locks. “What’ll it be?”
At her heated demand, his painstakingly sculpted lips crooked to one side. “Even though I should say no for your sake, I am at the point where I can no longer pretend nobility. You want me for tonight, you got me. As long as you know what you’re getting.”
“I have the…wildest expectations.” She slid down his body, until she was poised over his hardness. Then she thrust her melting core at him, pleasure spreading even at the impeded contact, and satisfaction at the flare of ferocity in his eyes. “It’s up to you to prove me right.”
A harsh velvet laugh cracked from him as he shook his head as if at a private joke, his large hand squeezing her buttocks, grinding her into him. “It’s up to me to prove you grossly cautious and underestimating.”
The coil of arousal tightened another unbearable notch. She nipped that luscious lower lip filled with such promise, such threat. “Braggart. Now, deliver.”
He gathered her tighter around him, walked off the dance floor. People melted out of their path as if by magic, even when the place had become so packed everybody seemed to be imprisoned within a cage of bodies and limbs. “Lusty and brazen as well as fearless and ruthless, aren’t you?”
“And your point?” she gasped as he slammed her against the upholstered wall by her booth, which was miraculously still vacant, pinned her against it with his weight and hunger.
“Just celebrating my phenomenal luck, my sweet, lethal Kara.”
She jerked at hearing her name growled on his lips. Then she remembered. He must have found out everything on record about her at the hospital. Beyond the vital statistics, which now meant less than ever, that wasn’t much.
But that was much more than she knew of him. “Do I need to follow you around in disguise to find out your name?”
Another laugh revved inside his expansive chest, inside hers, too, as he pressed it against her breasts. His breath as his lips closed in on hers was a blend of pure virility and wildness. “You need only ask anything of me, and it’s yours.”
He accompanied the last word with a hard squeeze of her buttocks. He took full advantage of her gasp, crashing his lips on her wide-open ones. Then his tongue thrust deep.
She plunged into the taste of him. The flavor of danger and death, but also of power and protection. He’d shrugged off injuries that could have proven fatal last night to defend her. The memory, along with his scent and tang, flooded her bloodstream like a hit of a narcotic, an aphrodisiac. She rode rapids of mindlessness as his tongue filled her, drank her, as his lips and teeth mastered her.
This was no mere kiss. This was an invasion, a ravaging. And it catapulted her into a frenzy.
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