Page 25 of Shielded Secrets

Because I knew that if I didn’t, I’d never be strong enough again to want to be apart from him. If I budged an inch, if I gave in now… I’d be too weak to ever want to be alone again.

His hot breath mingled with mine. Those stern lips smirked at me, just centimeters away as he bored me with that smoldering gaze.

“No.” He replied with only that one word and then a hard, brutal kiss. Closing the distance between us, he covered my mouth with his and seared me with a drugging heat I wanted to bask in. He stole my breath. He made my heart triple its beat. I gasped, carried away with wanting and needing so much more.

He didn’t stop. Not once did he pull back, and that hunger propelled mine to match his. My nipples hardened under my bra, and with desperate lust controlling me, I pushed up against him to feel some friction there. I wanted to rub up against him completely, wanted to feel him everywhere.

Reaching up to loop my arm around his neck, I slanted toward him and kissed him harder. He grunted under the pressure, then angled my head for a deeper kiss. As he caged me in against the wall, he parted my lips and dove his tongue in to taste me.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

I couldn’t keep up with the hit of desire that snaked through me. I couldn’t think with him making me burn up like this, with him making my pussy drip with cream.

From zero to sixty, he’d chased away all my worries. He erased all my thoughts. In that flash, he’d pushed me to do nothing but feel him. His hungry lips on mine, his greedy hands on me as he pulled me flush to him. Beneath his pants, his erection poked at me, but it wasn’t until I lowered my hand toward his shoulder to hold on to him that he winced and broke the spell.

“Oh, shit.” I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head, hauling me back in for a kiss. At the same time, he walked me over and reached for the doorknob.

Thrown back under the lusty haze, I kissed him the best I could and backpedaled. This rabid need was too hot to resist. This feral longing that he showed me in his demanding kisses was too tempting to sacrifice for even a second.

But he was hurt. Because of me.

I was sick of all this guilt, that I was the cause of so much trouble when all I tried to do was stay on the downlow and not attract attention or mischief.

“Rurik.” I panted as I broke the kiss, staring into his gaze. “You’re hurt.”

He chuckled a low, gritty growl of a laugh that turned me on even more. As he shook his head, he tugged at the hem of my shirt. “Not bad enough to think twice about doing this with you. Finally.”

Finally?I wasn’t able to figure it out, kissing him again. The idea that he’d been wishing for this to happen just made this all the more significant. If I wasn’t alone in wanting him from afar…

“But you are.” I protested, too worried about his being in pain to satisfy myself. “I heard you hiss. And you fought off not one, but two men tonight just to keep me safe.”

He pulled my shirt up and off, bracketing his big hands on my bare back as he nuzzled hot kisses up my neck until he reached my mouth again.

Oh, my God.

I couldn’t keep up with him. I couldn’t stay on top of this rush of desire making me crazy for him.

I tugged at his shirt, pulling it up, and he took over, only parting from me to toss it aside.

And there it was.

“Rurik! You were— You’ve had surgery.” His shoulder still bore the signs of injuries, new skin rising up to knit together.

He dismissed me, reaching for my jeans to lower them. “Yeah.”

“Yeah? That’s it? Justyeah, like it’s not a big deal.”

“Nothing can be a bigger deal than getting your clothes off and seeing if you feel as sweet as you taste.” Before he even let the last of his words leave his mouth, he kissed me again and shoved my jeans and panties lower. Stuck in the fabric, I tried not to fall as I walked backward with him. He kept me close, rubbing his fingers over my slit and collecting my cream.

Every touch made me hotter. Each stroke of his big fingers urged me closer to coming.

Trying to keep up, I fumbled for his pants and just barely got the zipper open. Then he worked on them, forcing them off as the backs of my knees hit the edge of a bed.

Before he let me go, he kissed me hard. Not leaving my lips, he arched back to step out of his clothes, then shoved mine further down. He didn’t give me a chance to lose my balance because he hugged me close, tormenting me with the delicious friction of our naked bodies flush together.

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