“Georgie…” I’m about to warn her to lie low when a car comes screaming from a side street and slams into my door. Our car skids, tires screeching as it’s pushed across the road, coming to a stop half-jammed against the edge of the pavement.
“Kris,” she screams, reaching out and grabbing my arm as three men flood from the car that just hit us, and another car pulls up behind us.
“Hold on, I’ll get us out of here.” My focus sharpens, and every cell in my body is on high alert.
I slam the car into reverse and hear the mags grinding against the pavement as I force it free from the trap. We hear ascream, rich with pain, as one of the men gets crushed between the back of my car and the car behind us. We’re free, though. I shove it into first gear, and my tires are screaming again, trying to gain traction against the road. We shoot forward, hitting another one of the men as bullets rain across my armored doors. The window cracks, but doesn’t break, but it won’t hold much longer. They must be using armor-piercing rounds. Fuck.
I have to get her out of here.
Using the speed I’ve gained, I ramp the pavement, feeling the mags dent at the force of it, and skid around a lamp post, knock over a garbage bin, hit another guy standing with his assault rifle aimed at our heads—then we’re properly free.
I drive like I’m running from hell itself. I only glance in the rearview mirror to make sure we’re not being followed, but it seems I caused enough damage to trap the second car behind the first and take out enough of their men to make them hesitate.
Georgie has one hand gripping the door handle and the other on my thigh, her fingers digging painfully into my leg as she holds on for her life.
When we’re far enough away from the danger, I gently place my hand over hers. “Little one, we’re okay, they didn’t follow.”
She looks at me, and her eyes are wide and terrified.
I wrap my fingers around hers and squeeze her hand. “We’re okay,” I say again, then turn my attention back to the road. We’re not really okay until I get inside the security gates of my estate.
Fifteen minutes later, I breathe a sigh of relief. We’re home. The guards are on high alert. I’ve called for a second security team to patrol the property for the night.
We’re home.
We’re okay.
I pull Georgie from the car and into my arms, holding her tight against my chest. Her entire body is shaking—adrenaline or fear. Most likely both. I stroke my fingers down her back and speak softly against her ear. “We’re okay. I’ve got you.” Then I lift her into my arms and carry her inside. She hasn’t said a word, and I’m worried.
In the light of my bedroom, I set her down, sitting on the edge of my bed. “Did you get hit? Are you hurt?” I ask.
She shakes her head. Her answer is barely a whisper of a word. “No.”
“Are you sure?” I pull her to her feet and turn her slowly, studying every inch of her body. She lets me, moving as though she’s in a trance.
When she’s facing me again, her eyes are locked onto mine. I see fear.
I see a wild, racing adrenaline.
Reaching up, I touch her cheek.
“Georgie, I’m so sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken you out of the mansion. It was risky, I just wanted to see you smile, to have a perfect date and…”
She cuts me off by standing on her tiptoes and pressing her mouth over mine. The kiss is fierce, fueled by the intensity of what she just went through.
Her hands are rushing over my body, grabbing at me, frantic and desperate. She tugs at my shirt buttons, pulling them open, slipping her hands around my waist against my skin.
All control is lost. I can’t fight this desire another second.
I lift her in my arms, and I lay her down on the bed, lying over her as we messily undress each other, and clothes are thrown to the side, leaving nothing but our naked bodies entangled as the kiss becomes deeper and more intimate.
My cock is throbbing, aching, but I’m acutely aware that if I rush this I will hurt her.
I’m not exactly a small man, and her petite, virgin body has never been penetrated before.
I have to be gentle, no matter how difficult it is to hold back.
Georgie digs her fingers into the back of my shoulders as she arches her chest against mine, pushing her tongue into my mouth.
