“Will you please come in and—” He pushes off the wall and grabs me, crushing his mouth to mine. The kiss is desperate. Devouring. When we come up for air, I say breathlessly, “Hold me?” Walking me backward toward the bed, he growls, “Hold you? Sure. Right after I fuck you.” “Kage—” “Red or green, baby.” He pushes me onto the bed, kneels, plants his hands on either side of my head, and kisses me again, ravenously. It’s like my hands have a mind of their own, because they instantly tangle themselves into his hair and start pulling. He breaks away from my mouth, chuckling. “That’s what I
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