Page 91 of A Shot at Love
“Caveman, much?” Gemma laughed and slid her legs along the length of his, her toes scraping the muscles of his calves.
The corners of his eyes crinkled. “There’s something to be said for that.” He kissed her. “Stay put. Do not move. Under any circumstances but imminent death. Understand?”
Gemma wrinkled her nose. “Why? Where are you going?”
He took a deep breath in, his steady gaze never wavering from her. “Gemma?”
“Okay. Okay. This is me: staying put.”
After another fast kiss, he went back into the bathroom.
“What are you doing in there?” she called when the sound of a cabinet door slamming reverberated out to her.
He came back to the room with a look of total satisfaction on his face. Her gaze immediately flew to her camera, lying on the bedside table.
“Nothing.” He dropped something on the floor next to the bed and crawled over her again, pushing her knees apart with his own and settling between her legs.
“What did you throw on the floor?” Gemma squirmed to look down the side of the bed. Ky wasn’t having any part of her moving, though.
With possession oozing from every pore, he kept her flat on her back. “A little present from your buddy Rick.”
She squinted up at him. “A present? What?”
Right before he claimed her mouth he said, “Condoms.”
Gemma raised a hand to his mouth. “How did you know they were in there?”
He kissed her palm. Gemma’s heart went topsy-turvy. When he licked it, she felt the bed grow wet under her—and not from shower water.
“You asked me what he said right before he drove away. It was that he had a whole box of them in his bathroom and to feel free.”
Gemma’s body stiffened. “He said that? Feel free?”
“Yup.” He kissed his way across her jaw, to just where her neck met up with her ear. “And I intend to take him up on the offer. Now.” He pulled back and stared down at her, his mouth wet, his eyes moist with desire, and his lower body doing all kinds of lovely things against hers. “Are you done with the questions? Because I really want you to be done with the questions.”
She laughed out loud, charmed that he could turn her body to sensual mush with her words repeated back to her.
Her arms wound around his neck and she pulled his head down to hers. “Done.”
Kissing him and being kissed by him was an experience she couldn’t liken to anything else she’d ever done or dreamed about. The thought that he truly did possess her lips, her mind, her body, was true. With any other man, Gemma would have resisted giving up the most important part of her: her control. But with Ky, it wasn’t a consideration at all. She willingly, willfully, and gladly let him have every bit of her and had no regrets about it.
As his tongue and fingers did a wicked dance over her face, down her torso and belly to weave and claim the hottest and most wanting part of her, all Gemma could think was how happy she felt.
It wasn’t lost on her how ridiculous that sounded. Pursued by a crazy mobster hell-bent on finding and killing her; her normal, perfectly sculpted life in shambles; missing her sisters so much she ached. All those things should have given her pause. And they did. But wrapped in Ky’s arms, with him whispering words to her she longed to know the meaning of, all she could do was admit this man who’d come into her life for all the wrong reasons, had somehow managed to make her feel alive and vital for the first time she could remember.
So she did something she never thought she would: she simply enjoyed the moment and gave herself up to him.
His mouth, persistent and hard, continued its fevered pace on her.
“You need to start speaking in English. I want to know what you’re saying while you do that,” she chastised when he whispered against her thigh.
She could feel his smile against her skin right before he sucked at her inner folds.
“Oh, dear Lord!” Gemma arched, pushing herself closer into his mouth. “Forget it! Forget the words. Just keep…doing…that!”
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How, how could a woman make him bleed with need, make him question every pledge he’d ever made to his job and country, make him want with such a powerful ache that he was defenseless against it, and still make him laugh?
