Page 35 of Moros

“Just know I will stab her—you understand?”

Khadri laughed.

Looking into his eyes drew me in.

His eyes were the typical brown eyes, but they held a kind of fire that I wanted to be consumed by. He looked at me in a way that made me want to crawl for him, that made me want to find a way to lasso the moon and set it at his feet.

Embarrassed, I was looking away when he caught my chin against a large index finger and eased it back so our eyes met again.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll have to kiss you.” His eyes dipped to my mouth?—

—and lingered.

I licked my lips.

He moaned.

“How am I looking at you?” My voice cracked.

Instead of answering, Khadri moaned and closed his eyes even as he pressed his lips to mine. I didn’t move—feeling lips so full and warm against mine took away my control, my ability to think, my ability to be my usual logical self.

I gave my body the say in what happened next.

My lips parted and a soft sigh escaped my body right as his tongue rushed into my mouth to touch my tongue. That one action had me melting and leaning against his chest.

His palms slid down my side and around to my back. He stopped their movement at my waist, but I needed to feel those hands on my ass. I wanted his strong to stroke, squeeze, grip.

I sighed and was about to grip his wrists to move his hands where I wanted them when Pasha screamed his military nickname through the house.

Gasping, I pushed away from him, but he didn’t seem in any hurry to move. He still had his head tipped back, his eyes closed, and his lips moisten and lightly parted.

“Moros?” Pasha called. “I know you’re here—your truck and bike are outside.”

Khadri licked his lips.

“You owe me a kiss.” He growled, softly.

“We just?—”

“When we have a real kiss, Shorty.” He dipped his chin and opened his eyes. “You’ll know. Now pass me a shirt from the closet.”

Nodding, I scrambled and was handing him the shirt when Pasha barged in.

I opened my mouth to demand she fucking knock next time, but Khadri caught my arm.

My mood switched from anger to shame when our eyes met, and I realized that he belonged to someone else.

Nodding, I picked up the kit and the mess I’d made and left the room.

I knew if Pasha started in on me then about him getting shot, I would superman punch her in the tits.

“Shorty?” Khadri called.

Though I didn’t want to stop, my pulsing body made me. Turning on my heels, I watched as he stepped out of the room to face me.

“Get some rest.” He told me. “Today was a lot.”

“I’m fine.” I lied even as it was taking every bit of strength to keep my knees from buckling.