Page 77 of Risk

I wrench myself away, embarrassment and mortification raining down on me.

“I am so sorry.” I cover my face with my hands. “I don’t know why I did that.”

I feel his hands take hold of mine, and then he pries them from my face.

“Yes, you do,” he says.

“Yes, I do, what?” I ask, confused and still so very fucking embarrassed while he looks totally unfazed.

“You know why you kissed me.”

Of course I know why. I’m just not telling you.

“And I want you to tell me why.”

Nope. Absolutely fucking not.

“I really don’t know.”

He cocks a brow at me, and it’s incredibly sexy. My vag gets herself all excited again.

Down, girl. You’ve already gotten me into trouble. It’s not happening.

But apparently, my brain and vag are in direct communication with each other and ignoring any rationality I should have because I blurt out, “I’m horny, okay?!”

Embarrassment doesn’t even cover how I’m feeling right now. Honestly, I don’t think there is a word for it.

You’d think Kaden would be shocked at my outburst, but his face remains the same. Not even a flicker in his eyes. It’s like nothing fazes this man. He’s so damn stoic. It’s infuriating. And hot as hell.

Ugh.

He cups my cheek with his hand, stroking a thumb near the corner of my mouth. “Why didn’t you just say you need fucking?”

“I didn’t say I need fucking. I said I’m horny.” I’m trying to keep a drop of my dignity here. I don’t have much left.

He cocks his head. “That’s the same thing, no?”

“No. Yes. Maybe.”

A deep chuckle emits from him, and then he grabs my hand and starts leading me out of the living room and in the direction of the hall that leads to the bedrooms.

“Um, what are you doing?”

“Taking you to the bedroom.”

“Why?”

He glances back at me. “To give you the fucking you need.”

My pussy pulses and aches. I kid you not—it actually aches at his words.

I press my thighs together to quell the sensation.

“We’re not having sex, Kaden,” I say, coming to a stop in the doorway to my bedroom.

He pivots his body to face me. Those dark eyes of his stare down at me. Damn, I wish he weren’t so good-looking.

“You’re carrying my children, Beautiful. Your hormones are raging because of this. Increased blood flow to your tits and that sweet pussy of yours.”

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