"You don't trust yourself in her care. You think you'll lose control during her training when she gets sweaty," his lips graze Jackson's throat as he speaks softly, "when those curves press against her clothes." His voice drops to an intimate whisper. "You’ll be distracted watching her move. Watching her breathe."
Jackson suddenly slides off his chair and stands abruptly, backing away from him. "What are you doing? I thought we were hypnotized by the moon. That—"
"Maybe we were." Kai follows him, closing the distance Jackson tries to create. "But I loved everything that happened. And I realize now..." His eyes travel down Jackson's body, then back up. "I've been missing out on passion. Real, raw passion. Not just duty and revenge and survival."
"But she's your mate." Jackson's back hits
