Without hesitating, he lifted her and pinned her to the wall. Her head spun from the passion and strength of him. From the raw, heady scent of leather and man.
While she’d had more than her fair share of strong, powerful men, none of them could compare to the restrained ferocity of this one.
It was like petting a wild beast you knew could turn around and rip you to shreds.
The danger was heady and intoxicating. Only an absolute fool would do this.
Yet she couldn’t say no. Against all sanity, she wanted him.
Jinx closed his eyes as she opened his uniform.You need to stop this. Now!
The final shred of common sense shouted at him. But honestly? He didn’t give a shit.
All too well, he knew that every breath he drew was likely to be his last. Death wasn’t just his constant companion, but a bitch he’d been courting since the day they’d ripped him out of his life and sold him to this brutality.
The only thing he wanted was one moment of peace.
One gentle touch.
He trembled as she nuzzled against his neck, her lithe body warming him all the way to his soul.
And when she stepped back and pulled her shirt off, over her head, he was sunk.
If he had to die, he could think of no better reason than for the touch of someone who wasn’t trying to kill or maim him.
For one precious moment of tenderness, he would gladly give up this wretched life he hated.
League and Code be damned.
If he’d learned nothing else last night, it was that he lived on borrowed time. A death sentence hung over him and sooner rather than later someone was going to collect it.
Fuck it. If he was going out, let it be for something he’d actually done than for the whims of a madman who’d killed his way to the top.
Eve gasped as Jinx picked her up. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“You don’t weigh enough to hurt me.”
She arched a brow at that bullshit. She was part Andarion. Her skeleton alone weighed twice what a normal woman’s did. But true to his words, he didn’t seem to notice as he started for her couch.
“You know, I do have a bed.” She gestured toward her hallway with her thumb.
He gave her an adorable grin before he changed directions.
Eve cringed as she realized just how unkempt her place was. She probably deserved the embarrassment.
But those thoughts scattered as Jinx carefully placed her on her unmade bed.
Jinx braced a knee against the mattress. It was thick and deep, but something sharp dug into his knee. Scowling at the aggravation, he shifted position and shrugged off his uniform, letting it fall behind him.
Her gasp fed his spirit and when he glanced up to meet her gaze, that, alone, fed his heart.
She licked her lips as her lids slipped lower, her gaze sharp as she skimmed every inch of him. Not as an assassin to be hated, but as a man she wanted to be with.
His heart pounding, he swept the pile of clothes to the floor, ignoring her snort.
“Those were clean.”
“Then you should have folded them.” He lowered himself over her, catching her next protest with his kiss.
