“Whether you like it or not, I intend to protect you. And I don’t care
if you agree with my tactics or not.”
Melena’s body tightened when his lips crashed down on hers, her response
involuntary. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on, her Nikes
dangling a foot off the ground. His taste roared through her while his
woodsy scent enveloped her, sent her spiraling out of control. The fit
was right, her body’s response so wanton, so much more than the last
time his mouth closed over hers when she was flat on her back in bed
this morning.
She wanted him beyond reason. Her senses reeled at his taste, his
texture. The press of his body against hers made her want him more. She
needed his skin against hers, his heat driving into her. He plunged
deeper into her mouth and raked his teeth over her tongue while she
burned out of control.
“Hey! I thought ‘hot lips’ held first prize in the lip sucking
department.” At the sound of that voice, their heads shot up to see Cody
gaping at them through the screen door. “Jeez, Uncle Theo, you should
rent a room.”
“Get lost, kid.”
“Well that was embarrassing.” Melena managed to squeak.
Theo laughed, touching his forehead to hers as she fought to even her
breathing. Thank God they hadn’t stripped each other naked before the
teen appeared on the scene. They’d both lost control at the touch of
their lips. She sighed with regret, guessing he wouldn’t lose focus
again, not as long as someone was after her. He bent and brushed a final
kiss across her mouth. Then he opened the door and nudged her inside
ahead of him.
That’s when they came face to face with another pair of eyes—eyes that
glared at Theo as if they wanted him dead.