His hand stayed in my hair as he walked me backward and deeper into the dining room. Each step pressed his body closer to mine, and I could feel his cock hardening and exactly how much he liked the braids.
Damn.
I placed my hands on his chest and stopped him. "Kenji. . .are you sure you're okay?"
He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against mine. The gauze was rough against my skin. "I am, Tora. Especially now, that I'm with you."
“Okay.” My hands found his jaw, and I made sure to be gentle around the bruises.
He's here and alive. Thank you, God.
I kissed him. My body melted into his as our lips met, and the space fell away until there was nothing but the heat between us. His mouth moved against mine with a hunger that matched my own, and when his tongue slipped between my lips, I tasted copper and salt.
Blood and sweat.
And I just knew that he had killed his way out of whatever trap he’d found himself in.
Fire ignited and blazed through my veins. A soft moan escaped me as his fingers tightened in my hair, the slight pain only heightening the desperate relief flooding through me.
I don’t know what I would have done if you had not come back.
Then someone hugged me from behind. Arms wrapped around my waist, and I felt their chest press against my back.
What?
An ocean breeze scent washed over my neck and shoulders.
Oh. Hiro.
Then this cooling sensation hit me next.
Mmmm.
I was sandwiched between fire and water, and my body didn't know which way to lean.
Hiro’s deep voice came next. “You're hoggingourtiger."
Kenji groaned in annoyance. I stopped kissing Kenji and laughed. Kenji's gaze lifted to meet his brother's over my shoulder. “Hogging? How could I? I’m not sharing her.”
Hiro chuckled. “We’ve already decided that you are.”
Kenji frowned. “When?”
“On the helicopter, brother.”
I let go of Kenji and turned around in Hiro's arms. “Don’t I get some say in this?”
“No.” Hiro shook his head.
I took him in.
He looked rough too. A cut above his eyebrow that had been stitched. Purple bruises along his neck and collarbone. His knuckles were split and raw. But he was grinning at me like he’d just returned from a long vacation.
More important, his shirt was gone. Just tanned skin stretched over hard muscle.
Kenji spoke, “Where did your shirt go?”
“I took it off so our Tiger could see that I was okay.”
