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I chuckle, grabbing the bar of shitty hotel soap.

“I made a similar point.” I nod to her. “May I return the favor?”

She licks her lips as her blown pupils meet mine. “Yeah, go for it.”

My fucking God.

I ache to toss her against the wall and kiss the fuck out of her. My mouth waters as visions of her pinned to the tile with her legs over my shoulders while I devour her cunt run through my head. My dick is equally enamored with the idea of knowing what it would feel like to slide inside her. Once my beard is thoroughly coated in her pussy, I can pop up, spin her around, and mount her doggy style.

Annika’s chest rises and falls rapidly, and I finally remember I’m supposed to be helping her clean up.

I reach out, brushing the soap over her stomach. She’s not thin, nor would I consider her overly curvy.

Essentially, she’s fucking perfect.

My fingertips work over her soft skin, and my heart races.

“I guess we’re lucky that attack happened, huh?” She laughs, looking up at me from under her lashes.

Something in my system snaps.

I growl, lifting her, using her soapy hips as leverage. She doesn’t fight me as her back slams against the wall. My mouth dips to hers. Her scent is potent, despite the soap and water. I growl into the kiss as my cock slaps around her thighs.

Fuck me.

She really is trouble.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Annika

Cas growls into my mouth, guiding the kiss, like he wants me to know he’s the one in control. His forearm lands over my head as he holds my cheek in his massive hand, nipping and sucking at my lips. It gives me a safe and confined feeling that I adore.

My impulses hum in approval, filling me with a warm, fuzzy feeling.

Damn, his pheromones are strong.

Not to mention the tingly pulse that ravages the bond when he sucks on Ward’s bondmark. Having a claiming bite on my lip feels like it’ll be fun every time someone kisses me.

“You taste fucking delectable,” Cas growls, pushing me into the cool tile with his strong frame.

“Thanks,” I whisper, struggling to catch my breath. Each inhale of his scent seems to make me foggier. “My heat is coming really fast.”

“I can tell, but I’m not sure I should have kissed you just now.” He steps back but continues running his fingers over my cheek. “Once we got in, I spoke to Ranger again. He insinuated that he processed the marriage license electronically.” His eyes close as his head shakes. “I intended to mention his outlandish plans that night in the kitchen, but?—”

“What name is on the license?” I ask, unable to hold back the ludicrous question. “I mean, I told the tech guy to pick my new identity.”

“Did you know he was going to try something like this?” Cas takes a step back. It feels like an accusation, and that makes me bristle.

“No.” My head shakes, causing my hair to fling water on his chest.

It’s a nice chest.

He has killer muscles.

I’m not even thrown off by the dark curly hair on his pecs, which is normally not something I find sexy.

“Annika,” Cas growls, like he’s waiting for something.

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