Page 24 of The Dragon 1
He moved in to plant a kiss on my mouth.
Fuck.
I turned to escape that mouth. It didn’t save me. He landed a soft kiss on my skin, brushed his soft lips in a circle over my cheek and gently bit. The area where he bit tingled with pleasure.
Shivering, I gasped and arched my body into him.
Goodness. Get ahold of yourself.
He sucked a little and released my flesh. “You still need me to move?”
I shivered. “Yes.”
“I won’t,” He set his hands on my waist. “I’ll make sure this meeting doesn’t take too long. What time should I pick you up? Where are you staying now? What’s your number?”
My nerves flared on edge.
I had no control of the situation. Kenji crowded my senses—his cologne swirled around my head, his hard body molded into mine, those soft lips explored my neck, his breathing hummed with mine and all I could see was that gorgeous face, begging me for my number.
What am I doing?
So. . .
I freaked out.
My knee shot up—fast and hard—straight into his groin.
The impact landed with brutal violence.
He grunted—loud, sharp, and guttural—as his body folded forward. One hand slapped the wall beside me for balance, theother cupped the damage like he could somehow rewind time and undo what just happened.
I didn’t wait.
Didn’t breathe.
Didn’t apologize.
His sharp curse echoed in the room. “Chikusho!”
I spun toward the door like my sneakers were on fire. My pulse roared in my ears. My hand flew to the handle.
I yanked it open hard.
Oh my god I just kneed a gangster!!!
In the hallway, his men exchanged uncomfortable glances but they didn’t make a move.
But one of them—stone-faced and with the red strip of hair—slowly pulled a lollipop from his mouth in shock as he watched me run away.
Where the hell is Zo? Damn it!
Kenji loudly shrieked from the office. “Chikusho!”
Shit. I should go back to get the recorder. What? No, dumbass. Run!
I glanced behind me.
Many of the men rushed into the office.
