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“Did you need me?”
April kept her head down.
“April! Did you call me away from a mission without a purpose?” Centurion’s body temperature smoldered, warming to a rising inferno. His shoulders tightened, his jaw tensed and he gritted his teeth. He left his men for her.
April looked up. “I’m sorry, Centurion, I panicked.”
“You panicked? I was on a mission! I left my men to come to your aide. I thought you were in trouble. I can’t believe you called me for no good reason!” he bellowed.
April grabbed him as he turned away. “Please, don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry. Please, lover.” April lifted up on her tiptoes to kiss him but being too short she missed his lips and kissed him on the chin, instead. He grabbed her around the waist, pulled her up, and kissed her.
“Centurion, I love your lips.” Her neck softened, and her head fell back. He followed her down, traced the rim of her mouth with his tongue, and plunged in.
She murmured in between gasps for air. He placed her feet on the ground and took a step back.
“You tempt me.” He wiped one arm across his mouth.
April leaned her back against the wall. She lifted an arm overhead, stretched her upper body, tilted her head to one side, and curled her index finger in front of him in a “come hither” gesture.
Centurion did. He planted his hands on the wall next to her. His voice deepened into a rough, husky tone.
“You’re drunk, but you still entice me.”
He ran several fingers down the underside of her arm and across her chest. She drew in a sharp intake of breath. “You draw me in like fire needs air to survive.” He caressed the side of her waist. “My beautiful flame.” He palmed one breast, rubbing his thumb across the center. She moaned and whispered his name. He cupped the back of her head and leaned in for a kiss. His tongue slipped through her supple barrier.
“I want you, April, but not like this. I want you coherent.” He pulled back.
“No!” She grabbed his arm. “It’s okay.”
“You sure?” He searched her eyes for resistance, but she nodded.
“I want you too.”
“Here?” He looked left, right, and back at her.
“You’re an angel. Don’t you have powers?”
His grin widened with the increase of salacious thoughts vying for attention. He didn’t have to look into a mirror to find desire spreading through his eyes, like lava over land, he knew it was there. He felt it in his bones, running through his muscles, fueling his blood. He had wanted her since the day he met her. Despite her inebriated state, she said “yes.” He asked her one more time what she wanted, citing her rights under the laws of free will and his own concerns of her regret.
She grabbed onto the mesh of his armor and pulled him toward her. “Take me, Centurion.”
