Page 71 of Red Fury

But when Fury presses the elevator button and turns to look at me, the words die in my throat. His eyes are dark with want, his jaw tight with barely controlled hunger.

It doesn’t matter.

We still can’t do this.

It doesn’t matter what we want. There is a bigger picture at stake.

The elevator doors slide open, and we step inside. Fury hits the button for our floor, and suddenly we’re enclosed in the small space together.

I can smell him…pure male.

“Stop overthinking it,” he says without looking at me, his voice rough. “We’re going to do this. You want it. I do too. We fuck and then we move on.”

The blunt words send heat shooting through me, but they also make panic flutter in my chest.

“Fury, I don’t think this is a good idea,” I start to say. “We’re both on edge; we’re not thinking clearly—”

“I’m thinking clearly. Shadow. We need to get this out of our systems. We’re both wound tight. Then we’re going to have a serious talk about what each of us knows and get back on the same page.”

The elevator dings, and the doors slide open on our floor.

“Your room or mine?” he asks, stepping out into the hallway.

I follow him. “Yours, but—”

“No buts,” he cuts me off, striding toward his door with purpose. “This is a onetime deal. Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll let you go. Say the words.”

I can’t, so I bite my lip instead.

“That’s what I thought. We can be professional afterward.” He pulls out his keycard, glancing back at me with those burning blue eyes. “You have me tied up in knots. I can’t think straight, and I’m guessing you can’t either.”

He’s right, and I hate that he’s right. Every rational thought in my head is being drowned out by the desperate ache between my legs.

I nod once.

“We have unresolved business,” he continues, swiping his card and pushing open the door. “And we’re finishing it tonight.”

I follow him inside, my heart pounding as the door closes behind us with an audible click. The space suddenly feels charged, electric with possibility.

I swallow thickly and lick my lips. “Just so we’re clear,” I say, turning to face him, “there will be no repeats after tonight. This is it. This is very much a onetime deal. There are no emotions involved at all.”

“Agreed,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine. He shrugs. “This has nothing to do with emotions. As I said before, we can fuck and keep it professional afterwards.”

“Of course.” I sigh because I might be agreeing, but I don’t have to like it.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe this is exactly what we both need. I’m attracted to him – that much is undeniable.

The moment that decision settles in my mind, something snaps between us.

We’re on each other before I can take another breath.

I launch myself at him, and Fury’s mouth crashes down on mine with bruising force. My hands grab at his shirt, pulling him closer as his tongue sweeps inside my mouth. The kiss is wild, hungry, all teeth and tongue and barely controlled need.

He spins us around, pressing my back against the door as his hands roam over my body. Over my breasts, my ass, my hips,and back again. I can feel his arousal hard against my stomach, and the knowledge that he wants me this badly makes me dizzy with need.

“I want you,” he growls against my lips.

“Me too,” I moan, grabbing his ass. “I would prefer less talk and more action.”