Page 63 of A Shot at Love
And he was happy to give it to her.
He felt her tug his shirt from his pants, the feel of her soft, strong hands on his bare flesh sending him into orbit. He hissed when she raked her nails across the small of his back and then slipped them under his waistband to hold on, grinding her body against him.
Her hot and impatient mouth never left his, her tongue caught around his own as she sucked it into her mouth. He pushed her back until she hit the counter and then snaked his knee between her legs. A whimper whistled from her lips when he ground his thigh against her heat and felt her pulsing response.
Ky snaked his hands up under her shirt, up her torso, sliding his thumbs across hard and pebbled nipples through her bra. Her breasts were heavy in his hands, filling them with each breath she took. While his tongue wound around hers pulling her deep into his mouth, he squeezed those perfect mounds of flesh and felt Gemma’s response when she double fisted his hair and tugged.
Every warning bell he possessed sounded and pinged in alarm, but he ignored them all. This is what he wanted. She was what he wanted.
It would be so easy to simply haul her up in his arms and to his room where he could help them both disappear into one another for a few hours. Just as the thought to do so bloomed, they were wrenched apart by the piercing shriek of the house alarm blasting through the air.
“Wha—?” Confusion drenched her face when Ky pushed her out of his arms and immediately grabbed his gun from its holster.
He yanked on her hand and tugged her behind him. “Where’s your weapon?”
“Up-upstairs, I—”
“Get up there. Now. Lock the door.” He pushed her toward the staircase.
She wouldn’t let his arm go. “What—?”
“Don’t argue Go. Now.” He shoved her up the first riser, then ran to the front window. He hit the light switch next to the door and the room was thrown into late afternoon darkness. The sound of Gemma’s feet as she ran up the staircase was muffled under the continued boom of the alarm.
The bedroom door slammed shut.
He spied the incandescent glow of a vehicle’s lights as it came slowly up the gravel drive. Whoever their visitor was, he wasn’t trying to hide his arrival.
A bold tactic, or a stupid one?
The engine cut and the driver door opened. Ky’s Glock was ready as he stood behind the front door, waiting, his muscles tensed, his breathing sparse.
The automatic lock shifted on the door.
Their visitor knew the entrance code.
Ky had only a moment to consider that before he flattened himself against the wall. The door pushed open and a large figure crossed the threshold.
Without waiting, Ky struck.
Jumping from behind the door he slammed into the figure’s back, shoving him to his knees.
“Don’t move!” he barked, the Glock aimed at the man’s head.
His command went unheeded.
An arm as thick as a tree trunk shot out and swiped at Ky, clipping him behind the knees. He fell back, flat on his ass, knocking a table lamp to the floor, his gun bouncing out of his hand. Before he could right himself, the behemoth straddled him, his ham-sized hands pressing Ky’s shoulders into the floor. Unable to move his arms or use his hands, he arched his back, lifted his pelvis and scissored his legs. The hulk barely moved, but Ky was able to shift him so the grip on his shoulders slackened and the man fell forward. Without waiting or taking a breath, Ky shoved, shot up and spun around him, twisting his arms around his neck in a chokehold.
The man flailed, trying to grab and smack at Ky’s face. Ky locked his knees together and tightened the hold.
“Who sent you?” he snarled into the man’s ear.
An elbow with as much force behind it as a speeding train, slammed into his midsection. A loud “oof” blurted from him, and he strained to keep his stronghold. Another jab, this time a little lower had Ky shifting back to avoid any damage, and his attacker took that split second of movement to toss Ky over his shoulder.
Flat on his back again, Ky reached out and grabbed one of the man’s forearms, rolled with it and repositioned himself on the man’s back, shunting his arms around the massive chest, imprisoning his attacker’s arms to his sides.
The room was thrown into stark light, stunning him. Just as Gemma pounded down the stairs, screaming something he couldn’t make out clearly due to the alarm’s unceasing squawk, the giant pried Ky’s arms apart and shot both his elbows back, knocking Ky back again.
