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room?” She looked around, obviously interested.
    He wondered what she thought of the dark wood and neutral colors. He didn’t have much in the way of knickknacks. “Yes, although I’m not going to demand we share the room. I’ll go to the next floor down and sleep in a guest room.”
    “No!” Her eyes went wide. “I mean, I appreciate that, but I would really prefer not to be alone.”
    He could see what it cost her to admit that. “I brought a cloth for your cheek.” He held it out.
    She took the warm rag and pressed it to her face. “Will you sit with me for a minute?”
    Grigori perched on the edge of the bed. He kicked off his boots, stretching his toes and sighing in relief. The he noticed she was staring. “My feet hurt. Don’t yours?”
    “Yes.” She groaned. “At this point I think everything hurts.”
    “True dat.”
    “Okay, that phrase sounds ridiculous with your accent.” She raised her brows. “You should never say that again.”
    It was odd, but Grigori could have sworn she was flirting with him. Then her whole countenance changed. She lowered the rag and stared at the pink blood on the sand-colored cloth.
    “What’s wrong?” he said.
    “All of that was my fault.” Her throat moved as she swallowed. “They followed the tracking device in my car. Then they followed the one in my phone.”
    He nearly leaped off the bed. “Do you have your phone now?”
    “No. I threw it into the woods when we left the church.” She put her face in her hands. “But I had it with me in the church, Grigori. I could have told you, or said something. And I didn’t.”
    “Why not?”
    “I don’t know?” She made a helpless sound and gazed up at him with enormous eyes. “Maybe I still wondered if I could go through with this.”
    “This?” He thought it through. “Our deal?”
    “Yes.” She flopped back onto the bed. “We’re married, you know. That’s kind of a big deal.”
    “It doesn’t have to change anything.” He wondered if she was having regrets.
    Then she grabbed his hand and pulled him down practically on top of her. She touched his face. “What if I want it to change things?”
    He reared back, trying to put some space between them. He hadn’t prepared for this. “You’re just feeling the effects of the adrenaline.”
    “Yeah, survival sex. I know.” She reached down and palmed his cock through his jeans. “And that’s what I want, Grigori. I just want to forget. You’re my husband. It’s crazy and insane and I might wonder if I’ve lost my mind in the morning, but right now I don’t care.” She gave his quickly swelling erection a squeeze. “Please fuck me, Grigori. Please?”
    He might have been able to say no if she hadn’t grabbed his face and dragged his mouth down for a kiss. The kiss earlier in the church had been electrifying and completely unexpected. This one was the opposite. He knew the moment their lips touched that the powerful surge of hormones and emotions would melt his brain from the inside.
    He tasted her, sliding his tongue inside her mouth and rubbing it alongside hers. They grappled a bit as they fought a passionate war to see who would lead and who would follow. Then she surrendered, and Grigori thought he might come right then and there.
     
    FLYNN HAD NEVER been so turned on in her life! Grigori tasted like decadent, forbidden male. She wanted him with a fervor that bordered on crazy. She undulated against him, letting the friction of their clothed bodies create heat that made her skin sizzle.
    Her core was hot and wet and she squirmed with discomfort in her jeans. “I need to be naked, Grigori.”
    She wasn’t sure why, but she loved saying his name. She could have done that over and over and never gotten tired of it. When she unbuttoned her own jeans and he helped her to slide them down her legs, she said his name again. This time it was a moan of need.
    He was everywhere. He pulled her shirt up and off, tossing it aside. Using his lips,