Loving a Killer | 18+

2.2 - Red Hot

*Mature Content*

| Maddox |

I heard a knock on my door and I was instantly up. Naturally, I was a light sleeper. It had been that way ever since I was brought here as a kid. The smallest noise could wake me up, even such a light knock such as the one I heard at the door.

I rarely had people at my door, especially at this time of night. I rubbed my eyes and stretched on my way to the door. When I opened it, Norah was there. I gave a confused look.

"What's up?" I asked, running my hand through my tousled hair.

She stood before me in her red silk robe that I had seen her in before. Although, this time... seeing her in that wine-colored silk had me reaching for every little bit of self-control I had in me. I sure as hell needed it.

She stepped into my room and I stepped back, letting her in. I dropped my handle on the door when she closed it behind her and the sound of the lock clicking rang through my ears like a gunshot. She didn't drop her gaze from mine, and I swore that I had never seen such determination and poise in those gorgeous, hazel eyes before. She really knew how to wrap me around that little finger of hers just by looking at me.

"You know why I'm here," Norah answered simply. I kept my expression nonchalant even though I was at a loss for words.

I dropped my eyes to Norah's lips and down to her collarbone that was peeking out from her robe. I swallowed hard and clenched my fists. She closed the gap between us and placed her palm on my bare chest. Not only did she look red hot in that robe, but she was also physically warm even through the thin, silk fabric. I could feel her body heat radiating from her.

"Norah..." I tried to speak, ready to stop her from going too far, but I couldn't. The words seemed to catch in my throat. I recalled what I told her this morning after training.

"I pushed you away and now you're out of my reach..."

Yet, here she was. I knew that if I pushed her away now, it'd be a miracle if she ever came back. She's now back in my reach, almost like a final offering, and it was up to me to accept or deny it.

She shook her head, knowing I was about to oppose.

She leaned up to my ear and I could almost feel her smile against my earlobe,

"You can't get rid of me," She murmured the words I had told her this morning. I instantly recognized what she was referring to. Deep down, I knew she was right, too. There was no getting rid of her.

Her fingertips trailed down my chest, to feel every grove in my abdomen, down to my v-line that met the waistline of my flannel pajama pants.

"If we do this, there is no going back," I told her in a low voice, wanting her to know that. Although, I said it because I needed to hear that for myself, too.

Having a woman I couldn't get rid of - that I didn't want to get rid of...

Shit, that was a novel idea in my mind. It was something I never thought I'd want. Yet, here I was.

"I know," She parted from my ear and brought her attention back to my eyes. I could see the seriousness in her expression, and I knew she had every intention of going through with this.

Silence fell over us as we studied each other's expressions. I knew her past. I knew what her foster brother had done to her. I knew that she had a new found confidence from baiting the Russians. Yet, I could see that she wanted this in different confidence than the one she had on our hits.