Page 61 of Burn the World Down

Then, in an instant, everything in my body froze.

Fuck. She was watching me, her eyes a little wide, her lips parted, and her cheeks flushed the prettiest pink.

There was desire in every line of her body, written all over her face.

My cock swelled, need raging through me.

My hands fisted. Hands that I’d just used to take down those assholes.

Desperately, I reminded myself that she was injured. She was still in pain and covered in bruises, her ribs sore.

I blew out a breath.

“Nash?”

Theo’s deep voice made me shake my head. I turned to look at the head of security.

He raised a brow. “You okay?”

“Yeah. You’ve got this?”

The man glanced at Georgie then back at me. “I’ll take care of things.”

Georgie came toward me. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” I cleared my throat. “Georgie, this is Theo Garrett. He’s head of the security for the Avernus.”

“Hi,” she said.

Theo nodded his head. “Heard you’re doing really well at the shooting range.” He tipped his chin toward me. “Glad you’re taking good care of this guy.”

“Oh, it’s the opposite. He’s taking care of me.”

“I reckon you’ve got that wrong, little lady.” He stepped back. “I’ll take care of our troublemakers. You two go.” He strode away to join the security team.

“The way you dealt with them…” Georgie grabbed my hand. “You made it look so easy.”

“I’m well trained.”

She shook her head. “It was more than that. It was you. Protecting people.” Her hand slid up my arm. “Nash.”

Need vibrated in her voice.

It had been building up between us all evening. Hell, it had been building up the last few days. With each stolen kiss, each moment we’d spent together. I told myself over and over that I wasn’t going there, not while she was still hurt.

“Please,” she whispered. Then she went on her toes and kissed the underside of my jaw.

My hands clenched on her hips. She was so damn beautiful and she smelled so good.

“I need you,” she murmured.

No one had ever needed me. Sure, my country had needed me to kill, but I’d just been a tool.

I wrapped my hand around hers and pulled her across the casino floor. I marched past the tables and spotted Bastian watching us, but ignored him. I slapped my hand to the lock on one of the staff doors.

It beeped and I dragged her through. The corridor was empty.

With a small sound, Georgie leaped at me. I caught her, and she wrapped her legs around my hips, her arms around my neck. Then her mouth was on mine.