She moaned, leaning into him, her tongue mating with his just as forcefully. His mind went blank, his logic vanished. In that moment, sitting on the bathroom floor, it was just him and her. King deepened the kiss, his free hand sliding down to rest at her waist, the curve of her hip teasing the edge of his hand to go lower. He managed to resist that basic urge and instead squeezed her against him, her hip pressing into his hard length. Fire scorched his veins, licked up his skin. She whimpered and he nearly cameundone.
If he didn’t slow down, he was going to rip off her clothes and bury himself to the hilt inside her right there on the floor. Pulling on willpower that even he didn’t know he possessed, King gentled the kiss, drawing back to lightly brush his lips over hers. He nibbled at the corners, drew her bottom lip between his teeth. She was panting, her nails digging intohim.
She pulled back. He could see a glassy sheen of desire in her eyes. Shit, she was so gorgeous it was painful. King dropped his forehead to hers, breathing just as rapidly. He’d been completely overtaken by his need. Swept up in the storm of desire that it had taken him offguard.
And he’d completely forgotten aboutTrinity.
A wave of guilt had him closing his eyes. He’d vowed he’d never love another woman after her. He knew he didn’t deserve to. And up until now it had been easy. He hadn’t been tempted in the least. But Laura Dawson was a curveball he hadn’t expected. The sister of his enemy. He was either insane or a monster or both. Whatever he was, he was fucked up, that was forsure.
Laura pushed him back, and he willingly leaned against the wall. She cuddled like a damn kitten in his lap, moving her face around until she’d snuggled up in the curve of his neck and her hot little breasts pressed against his sensitive flesh. Wordlessly, King wrapped his arms around her and held her, unable to move away. He forced his mind away from all those deep and darkthoughts.
He needed this. He needed to hold her for tonight. Fucked up or not, he couldn’t let her go. Wariness tugged his eyes down. He could process everything tomorrow, but for now, he neededher.
Chapter 13
Laura awoke surrounded by warmth,nestled against a solid male chest. Blinking, slow to come back to consciousness fully, it took her a moment to remember where she was. And whose lap she was sitting in. Heat stole up her cheeks and she moved to get up, only to freeze instantly when she saw Faith standing at the end of King’s outstretched legs, Kitty clutched to her chest, staring eyeswide.
In that same moment, she became aware that King was not asleep and glanced up to see him watching Faith warily, like a cat being approached by a vicious dog. He was scared. Scared ofFaith.
Laura’s embarrassment melted at his vulnerability, her heart swelling painfully in her chest. She couldn’t fathom how hard it must be forhim.
She stretched out her hand to Faith and pulled her in closer. The child kept her eyes glued to King the whole time, yet followed lethargically. Laura fanned her hand in Faith’s face to get her attention and then signed, “This is King. It’s okay. He’s afriend.”
Faith continued to watch him just as warily, and Laura knew she was dealing with her own trauma of learning to trust men again. It had been her father’s fault he had to disappear from her life for so long, and even though John had worked hard to be there for her, it would take longer than a few months to repair hertrust.
“What did you say?” King asked in a gruffvoice.
“I told her your name and that you are our friend.” Although friend might not be the most accurate description, it was all she could come up with to explain to a seven-year-old on thespot.
“She looks scared,” hesaid.
“She doesn’t knowyou.”
King’s gaze was bouncing back and forth between them and theirexchange.
Laura signed, “Why don’t you say hi tohim?”
Faith ducked her chin, half burying her face behind her stuffed kitten and raised a tentative hand with a quickwave.
King raised his own hand and waved back inresponse.
“Why are you sitting on his lap?” Faithsigned.
Laura felt her cheeks heat for the second time, and looked to King for help. And then she realized he hadn’t understood Faith’s question. “She wants to know why I’m sitting in yourlap.”
“What are you going to tell her?” hewhispered.
“I don’t know,” she whispered back. “Why are wewhispering?”
The corners around King’s eyes crinkled. “I don’t know. A little rusty Iguess.”
Faith made her way toward Laura and signed her question again. Laura rubbed her temples, trying to come up with ananswer.
“Are we playing a game again?” Faith signed, her little expression growinghopeful.
“What’d she say?” heasked.
“She wants to know if we’re playing a game like you did yesterday when you passed out. I told her it was a game, so she wouldn’t be scared.” Laura quickly signed yes, they were playing agame.
