Page 97 of Duty

“Then, maybe you should do it again.”

“I fucking plan to—” It was Snaps nudging Andino in the back of his leg that reminded him—yeah, something else was there with them. “Snaps, go to your bed.”

Haven’s eyes twinkled with mirth even as she pressed her lips to keep from laughing even as the poor dog whined, but did as he was told, anyway. Andino waited until Snaps paws could be heard climbing the stairs before he turned back to Haven.

“Where was I again?”

She grinned. “Kissing me.”

“Yeah, kissing you.”

“You should do it—now.”

Andino was still staring at her mouth, and barely holding himself back from doing just that. “As long as you’ll stay when I’m done.”

Haven’s gaze jumped to his. “Stay.”

“I’ll even cook for you—that’s what I was doing before you came. Cooking.”

“You cook?”

“Quite well,” he murmured.

Haven nodded. “Okay, I’ll stay after, and you’ll cook for me.”

That was all he needed to hear.

Andino closed the distance between them by kissing her harder than before. The force of his action sent Haven moving backwards until her back hit the door. She pressed against the glass as he devoured her mouth, and thrusted his hands into her now-loose hair. Where had the hair tie fallen that she’d used to keep it up? He didn’t even know.

All Andino cared to think about was her.

Her, and the way she pressed her lower half into his groin.

Her, and the smell of her skin.

Her, and that sweet little gasp she made when he sucked on her neck.

Her, her, her.

It was all about her.

Only a little about him.

Haven’s breathless laugh lit up the hallway as Andino yanked that trench coat of hers open, and tugged it down her arms roughly. “You’re so fucking impatient.”

He pulled back to stare at her.

She was all pink skin, and heaving shoulders.

Beautiful, really.

“Do you want me to go slow?” he growled.

Haven was quick to snap her mouth shut. “Nope.”

“Didn’t think so.”

Andino’s mouth was back on hers in a blink—tasting her and fighting with her. That’s kind of what kissing Haven felt like to him. As though he were warring and loving all at the same time. A dichotomy if there ever was one, but it was one he enjoyed greatly.