Untamed (68 page)

I turn in Duncan’s arms, but before I can speak he crushes his lips against mine.

He’s on me all in an instant, hands roaming, devouring. He lifts me up, carries me deeper into the room, and when I wrap my legs around his waist I can feel his bulge pushing into me.

“God, you smell so good,” he growls into my ear before capturing my lips again and making them his, sending my heart racing, my breath panting.

I melt in his arms, want to push off him because I’ve got such big news to tell him, but find myself unable to.

When he breaks our kiss, I finally manage to say, “Wait.”

He sets me down, concern on his face. “What’s wrong? Did anybody give you trouble outside?”

“No,” I say, seeing the flare of protectiveness in his eyes. “No, it’s nothing like that.”

Every fight night he’s like this. Ultra-possessive, protective, as if the whole world is out to get me and he’ll take them all on… and win.

It’s silly, but I know it’s a product of the mindset he has to get himself into. He spends the whole day preparing his mentality, so that when he’s in the cage, the prospect of having bones broken doesn’t scare him one bit.

It scares me, though. It always scares me.

“I think I need to tell you something,” I say to him quickly, but when I see the look in his eyes I know he’s not in the talking mood.

His tight body glistens in the dim light, and in between us his manhood is an iron bar pressed up against my abdomen through his towel.