Page 102 of Sinner's Salvation

“I can take care of myself.”

“And I can’t stop taking care of you.”

He grazes my arm, and I wince. “I’m sorry.” He kisses down my neck, and my hands dig into his forearms—to hold on to him or anchor myself, I have no clue.

“You’re not playing fair.”

“No, but that was sexy as fuck.”

I giggle. “I want a rematch.”

“You can have that, love. Now kiss me.”

He turns me around, gripping the back of my neck. His mesmerizing hazel eyes draw me in, hooded and burning with lust. But I’m still torn between winning and giving in. It’s the smirk on his face that has me moving my hand to his back, ripping the gun from where it’s tucked. Taking a step back, I shoot him right in the chest.

“I don’t like your arrogance. I win.”

He drops to his knees and starts coughing. I take the path through the tunnel back to the main room, grinning, only to find the girls in their husbands’ laps seated around the table.

I raise my hands and huff. “Really, all that talk for nothing?”

All three of them look at me with guilty expressions. The men exchange a look, and Kieran asks, “You took Cameron down?”

“I did.”

They laugh so hard their chests rock with the movement. I’m inclined to shoot them too. Cameron groans behind me. Before I have time to turn around, he throws me over his shoulder and slaps my ass.

“Hey, put me down.”

“Man, you’ll never live that down,” Cato says, amusement ringing in his voice.

“Shut up, you’re no better.”

Cameron carries me through the bunker. He opens the door to his room. It’s just us and the heavy breathing between us. The gun drops from my hand, landing with a thud.

“I still won.”

“Incredible observational skills.”

He puts me down, backing me into the wall and slams his mouth against mine, kissing me until I gasp for air.

Nothing else matters when his arms wrap around me—one around my waist, one around the back of my neck. He’s making sure I know I’m trapped. He only has to use his mouth to keep me here.

I moan in his mouth, and he deepens the kiss—God, he’s such an expert kisser. He takes his time driving me wild, nibbling and sucking at my lips. His tongue licks at the contour of my mouth before he parts my lips, making everything in me liquefy. I would fall straight into the abyss if he wasn’t holding me so tight.

He cages me in, and his eyes darken, focusing on me. His chest heaves with pure desire.

“You should go.” He groans low.

“What if I don’t?”

Swiftly, he pushes me onto the bed and crawls between my legs.

“Are you ready?”

One answer could change so much. I am torn with need, fear, excitement, and sadness. Because for him, it would just be fucking.

I whisper, “No.”

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