Page 21 of Under Fire

He reluctantly let out, “It’s been fun—but let’s take a tactical pause.”

She angled her head, questioning. She wrapped her long fingers around his, drawing his eyes back to hers.

“We both know where this is going.” He plucked the gold chain out of her cleavage, running his fingers along her engagement ring, as if testing it to make sure it wasn’t from a cereal box.

“You must think I’m a terrible person,” she said quietly.

“Only God can judge you.” Still, he held her engagement ring as if he were ready to rip it off.

“It’s a complicated thing.”

“I’m not asking you to explain.” The way he focused on her told her everything.

That’s when she knew that the ball was in her court. Once again, she recognized she shouldn’t—but something about Warren was too damn addictive. Warren held her so captive that he made her almost forget she’d grown to be someone else’s prisoner.

“I don’t want to go,” she bit her lip, not sure what was happening to her but just not wanting it to be over.

He grazed his bottom lip with his perfect teeth before dropping his head a little closer to hers.

“I’ve got seven days,” she whispered so low that she barely heard herself through the rainfall shower, “before he’s back.”

Before I’d be too scared to do this.

“Seven days?” Warren growled, reaching up to grab the back of her wet head. “Hell, wouldn’t that be fate.”

“Fate?” She felt her lips tingling as she stared into his hungry eyes.

Warren pulled her face down to his, hovering. He waited a second then breathed onto her lips.

“I’ve just got seven days, too.”

Before she could ask, he closed the gap, kissing her rough and heartily. Drawing her tongue out and onto his lips, tasting and toying with her, he wove his fingers into her messy bun, ripping it partially out of its place. She felt long strands of hair pouring down her back with the water as he deepened his kiss, heavy with lust and desire.

Her shower fantasy hadn’t done the reality justice.

Dominant as hell, he easily had her submit to him, wordlessly expressing everything he wanted to do to her. She could tell right away that she liked how he played. Her skin tingling, she melted into his thick arms, letting him hold her soaking body and run his hands down to squeeze her ass. He was in control, moving her like a doll.

Seemingly listening to her body and hearing her responses, he ran his hands up and down her frame, teasing and testing every part of her, just to feel how she liked it. As she moaned and twisted, she felt his throbbing cock in front of her, promising her more fun. It was clear what type of lover he’d be.

Heaving up her leg so he could better cup her cheeks, his mouth never parted from hers, arousing her more and more with his delicious tongue. She could only imagine what he could do with a tongue so skilled.

Just as he toyed with the back of her thong, a loud crack hit his backyard fence—the sound of the gate being flung open. Warren snapped his gaze over, hauling Alisa’s body protectively behind him, defending her against whomever was coming in. As he yanked the water of the shower off, his muscles tensing to fight, Alisa crumbled in fear, immediately fearing the worst—Dean.He’s going to kill me.

Over Warren’s shoulder, she barely could see anything—until the intruder marched farther into view. High and mighty, a fit man shorter than Warren with receding brown hair stopped six feet into the backyard, his hands on his hips.

Alisa released a tight breath.

It wasn’t Dean, but she didn’t know who it was.Someone from the club?

“Chief,” the man addressed Warren, his eyes wide as he took in the scene. “Catching you at a bad time?”

Warren grew fiercely silent, and Alisa gathered two things. First, the guy was there for Warren, not her. Secondly, something was really wrong. She shrank back, feeling the tension between the two men, wishing she were anywhere else.I shouldn’t be here.

Chapter Eight

Warren

“Gaudet—what the fuck?” Warren pushed Alisa farther back behind him, needing to shield her.

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