Until Smith. I hadn’t touched her. I knew I could. f**k, she’d invited me to. But I couldn’t do it. If I started, I wouldn’t want to stop. I wouldn’t be able to stop until she gave me everything.
Smith appeared, now that the fight was over. Kayson moved quickly to the woman he was falling in love with, beckoning her to come to him. Which she did. She moved in close, so her shoulder touched his arm. Contact. Comfort.
It f*****g pissed me off and I knew it shouldn’t. An irrational part of me wanted to pull her away from him, lay her down on the floor right here, right now, and f**k her until she screamed my name. I wanted to claim her. Mark her. Keep her.
Impossible.
“Be careful.” Smith whispered the words to me as I used the unconscious guard’s hand on the scanner and opened the door.
