Page 118 of Elite Metal: Warriors

What a pity he hadn’t had time to unzip his pants.

“Well, hello there,” he said.

Rudely, she didn’t respond, but he hardly cared because she sank her nails into his nape and pulled him closer, plastered her lush body against his, and kissed him.

It was a delicious kiss, wet and wild, savage in its passion. Her scent infused him, thrilled him and he responded, pressing her against the door and letting his hands rove. Ah, yes. He’d missed this, the feel of her, her heat, her taste.

His cock rose and he rubbed it against her until she purred like a cat.

Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

“Wait,” she said, and his mood plummeted.

“What?”

“Do you have a condom?”

Oh. Oh, yes.

Sure, it was a bathroom. Sure it would be awkward and cramped, but his body didn’t care. But… His mood plummeted. “No. Do you?”

She laughed, a musical trill. “Of course not. Why would I have a condom?”

“You’re the one who followed me in here.”

“You seemed…lonely.”

“I was.” He kissed her again, and she kissed him back and passion rose again. In the blink of an eye, he quit thinking about condoms altogether, and so did she. At least, that was how it seemed.

Until she pulled back again and murmured, “We can’t.”

“I’m pretty sure we can.”

“They’ll hear.”

“We’ll be quiet.”

She laughed and slipped from his hold. “We need to talk.”

Talk? He gaped at her. “You followed me in here so we could talk?”

“Of course. What else?”

He waved at the door, at the spot where they’d nearly…well, where they’d nearly. “That was nice.”

“It was.” She patted him on the shoulder. “But I think we need to discuss this.”

This? What this? He leaned against the wall, crossed his arms and said, “Okay.”

She stared at him. Silence rose.

“Well?” She was the one who wanted to talk.

Perfect pearly teeth nibbled her plump lower lip. Her shoulder lifted. “I thought you might want to go first.”

He gaped at her. “You started this.” Besides, he wasn’t altogether sure what she wanted to talk about. There was that.

“All right.” She turned to pace, but there wasn’t much room in the bathroom, so it was a short walk. “It’s just… I feel…”