Storm: (Blood Legion MC) (Bad Boys of X-Ops Book 3) by Rie Warren Page B

until our voices grew hoarse. Until Blaize sighed and yawned, relaxing against me. Until awareness of the proximity of our bodies became a bold promise, a dangerous thing she’d said was totally off the table.
    She looked up at me, her eyes soft and blue.
    “Sorry I’m not looking so hot tonight.” I pushed a tendril of so-red hair behind her ear.
    “I never thought you were hot anyway.” Blaize did the denial thing again, but her hands were still on me. Still wandering up and down my back.
    Ouch. Kick my ego while it’s down, why doesn’t she?
    “So those kisses downstairs?” I asked.
    “All in a day’s work.”
    “What about a night’s work?” I husked near her ear.
    She slid free. “If me kissing you in order to cement our position here is going to cloud your judgment, that can be rectified.”
    Goddammit.
    “My judgment isn’t clouded.”
    “Our relationship shouldn’t be cloudy either.”
    “Crystal fucking clear, sir .” I snapped the heels of my boots together and stalked to the gallery doors.
    “That’s ma’am to you,” she sailed back at me.
    Banging the balcony doors open, I muttered, “Actually, it’s Mizz Cahmichael .”
    While she did whatever, I worked on airing out the room. I turned on the overhead fan until it whumped like the rotors of a chopper and flipped the mattress.
    Blaize gave me wide berth. Probably a good thing.
    Being back at this place made me think of two things I did well: fucking and fighting. I’d already done the fighting.
    No chance of fucking tonight.
    I made sure my loaded Sigs were at the ready. I noted Blaize did the same with her arsenal, including her sidearm of choice—a Walther PPKS .380.
    Setting her pistol aside, she rolled her neck, loosening the laces on that naughty skintight corset.
    I watched her take a deep breath, popping the top button on my leathers to give my cock some breathing room.
    Blaize watched me.
    I cleared a path on the floor from the balcony to the door, kicking Lenny’s shit out of my way. As per my MacGyver role, I set a wire booby trap at the bedroom door, then locked it, and shoved a chair beneath the knob.
    When Blaize screwed up her face and headed for the bathroom, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Baby, you really riskin’ going in there? You’ll probably catch a disease on contact.”
    “I’ve had all my shots.” She headed inside, plugging her nose.
    Ballsy woman.
    She came back out, holding a wet washcloth she added to a few gauze strips on a side table she’d wiped clean.
    “Come here, Storm.”
    As per our new arrangement—me docile, her in charge, an arrangement that wasn’t gonna last—I hauled up a rattan seat and sat in front of her.
    Given my height and her position when she leaned over me, I had an epic view of her cleavage.
    Bet she had pert pink nipples.
    I tried to erase that thought. My hard cock butting against the leathers, and her scent washing over me, made it all but impossible.
    Blaize cleaned my scrapes. She taped the side of my nose. She got so close I held her hips to steady her, wanting nothing more than to seat her on my lap.
    Her hands stopped at my shoulders. Her ministrations halted. She froze.
    I touched the skin of her waist, “What is it?”
    Blaize crouched in front of me. “I can’t tell you. Can’t tell you that thing that haunts me, Storm.” She glanced away. “I’m sure you have the same pain inside you.”
    “Pain?” I eased her up, watching her lips part. “I never want that for you.” Hungry for her touch, I seated her in my lap. “Won’t happen here. I swear I’ll take care of you.”
    “You shouldn’t have to.” The depths of her oceanic irises completely mesmerized me.
    “We made it through the easiest part, cher .” I slipped my hands around her, holding her gently.
    Blaize swallowed. “I thought they were going to kill you down there, Storm.”
    Her arms linked behind my neck.
    She kissed the cut on my cheek.
    Shallow breaths rushed out through my