She loved it. The solid weight and heat of him, the scent of his skin, his taste. The way he couldn’t get enough of her mouth, his tongue invading, demanding, his fingers tightening in her hair as his erection dug into her belly, almost painfully hard.
He pulled back to gasp, “We can’t–I can’t—” but Lu flexed her pelvis against his and cut him off with another kiss. It went on and on, wild and deep, and would have almost surely led somewhere her body desperately wanted to go had it not been for the sudden, muffled sounds that broke them apart and left them staring at each other, panting and shocked.
The sounds were unmistakable, ones they both recognized:
Gunshots.
TWENTY-FOUR
They leapt from the bed. Magnus threw open the door, and the two of them bounded into the hallway, calling ou
