Page 66 of Sheltered By Love

I shake my head. “You said response times are slower! Garrett won’t be able to get here!”

He works his jaw so hard that a vein pops at his temple. Either he didn’t think of that, or he has but has chosen to disregard common sense.

His weight shifts as he tries to move out of my grip. When I only squeeze his forearm harder, he frowns. “Are you going to help me or not?”

Oh, so that’s why he looks so pissed at me. He can’t go outside without me holding the door for him.

I release his arm and shake my head.

He curses loud enough for me to hear it and a murderous look crosses his face.

“I need to keep in contact with my family!”

I know what he’s saying. And I understand why he’s saying it. But I can’t let him put himself at risk.

I plant my feet and lift my chin not bothering to reply as he grows more and more infuriated with me.

I step back, ready to go back to the living room, but he grabs my arm and jerks me toward him.

His lip curls and his eyes cloud as my chest crashes into his. He doesn’t say anything for a while, just locks me in place, not letting me move as his chest rises and falls rapidly.

“Let me go,” he says.

I try to shake his hand off and glare at him. “Let me go.”

My heart is pounding and I’m no longer sure of myself as his eyes turn as wild as the weather outside.

This time there is no doubt of his intention. His mouth slams into mine and he picks me up and rams my back into the wall, his mouth crushing mine as I try to breathe.

Without thinking, and acting on a reflex, I hook my legs around his waist and kiss him back, hard.

I snatch at his hair while he presses furious kisses to my neck, and growls in my ear, “You’re driving me crazy, woman.”

I want him so bad that I’m struggling to breathe. I don’t care how or where; I just know I need him to consume me.

His grip loosens and my feet hit the floor just as his fingers slip up my shirt.

As my body begins to shake with need, with his mouth still pressed to mine, he slides his hands up my stomach.

I’m so focused on his hands that I almost miss the sensation of vibration against my hip bone.

I look down, gasping for air as he follows my gaze. His hands slide out from under my shirt as he steps back and pulls a pager out of his pocket.

His shoulders tense and he leans close, brushing his lips against my ear as he raises his voice, “It’s Levi. He’s at the back door.”

Zane

As I make my way to the back door, two questions are battling for dominance.

Why did Levi page me ten minutes ago? And what is wrong with me?

Kissing her once was stupid enough but we were halfway to doing more than kissing.

And this time I did not kiss her because she was having a panic attack. If anything, I kissed her because I was having one.

Still trying to make my brain switch gears, I locate the gun from where I tucked it and hurry toward the backdoor.

A figure appears at the window and my pulse speeds until I catch sight of a windswept Levi struggling to stay upright.

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