Law felt something break inside him.
Fuck this. He was done pretending he wasn't in love with her. He was done acting as if this scheme was just something he'd agreed to in order to help Dominic. He was done lying to himself that he didn't need her.
He'd spent a lifetime being the badass, being the guy who didn't feel a thing. He was fucking done with that, too.
Law stormed across the room and did what he'd been dying to since the moment he'd seen her. He wrapped his arms around her and offered her his strength. "Don't cry, baby. I can't stand it when you cry. I'm here for you. I'll make it better."
Chapter Seven
Kinley knew she should pull away, but Law was so warm, solid, and strong. She felt so in need of human comfort. The minute the door had closed behind them, she'd stared at the photos they'd stuck under her nose and seen her life laid out for her. Then the wedding, the abduction, the interrogation, the kiss, the mess her life had become-all crashed down on her.
The fact that she'd been alone and crying her eyes out only magnified her sense of loneliness. Until Law had arrived and given her someone to hold on to, an anchor so that she wouldn't continue drowning in shock and sorrow, confusion and hopelessness.
Sheer need propelled her into his open arms. She'd spent a solid week getting to know him. He might have used a different name, but she'd learned about the goodness of his heart. Yes, and his goodness deep down had her clinging in his embrace.
Then the memory of their kiss made her lift her face to him and silently beg for another.
Law's mouth descended, slanting across hers, claiming her lips and giving her blessed moments of respite. Kinley didn't have to think. She didn't have to worry. His kiss obliterated everything else. She only had to feel.
Her heart raced as she breathed him in-a hint of his aftershave, the mint on his breath, the masculine scents of leather and coffee and man that seemed uniquely Law. She ran her palms up the muscled slab of his torso, covered only by the thin material of his T-shirt. Everything about this man was hard with the exception of his lips.
And his words as he broke their kiss and cradled her face in his hands, his mouth just over hers. "You're so fucking sweet. You shouldn't ever have to cry. Jansen doesn't deserve to have you in his life."
Law sank his hands into her hair, sweeping it from the loose bun she'd created to keep it off her face. He tugged at it, lighting up her scalp. He forced her head to tilt up, and his mouth closed off any protest.
As his tongue traced the seam of her lips, she felt a tug in her womb. He held her still as he explored her mouth. She parted her lips wider for him, unwilling to let go of this heady, consuming feeling. She'd been kissed before, sloppy brushes of lips in awkward embraces that had made her shudder with discomfort. Kinley felt none of that with Law. Everything about being with him was completely different. Totally arousing. His gentle comfort and rough insistence created an intoxicating demand she fell into and hoped would never end. He held her as though she was precious, as if he savored her. His kiss made her feel hot and happy and restless for more.
Kinley wasn't about to end this embrace with the same regrets as the last. This time, she clutched him tight and slid her tongue along his. He growled into her mouth, and she felt the sound vibrate just under her skin.
Encouraged, Kinley moaned and opened wider for him to deepen the kiss. Law didn't hesitate to take advantage of her offering. For the first time, she felt her feminine power. Always, she'd waited, allowed life to come to her on its terms, never even asking for what she wanted. But as Law kissed her, she suddenly understood the "more" she'd been yearning for in the bridal suite. She ached to make him growl and moan. To sweat and burn. To make him hungry for her-like he was making her hungry for him. Kinley gloried in simply feeling.
She pressed her chest to his. Law stood so tall that he towered above her and nearly had to bend in half just to kiss her, and she loved feeling petite.
Then a kiss wasn't enough for him anymore. Law surrounded her, pressing her against the pantry door with an indrawn breath and a groan. Again, he seized her mouth. Kinley's nipples sparked to life, and her head reeled as he took the kiss even deeper, leaving her dizzy and feeling out of control.
She'd always been the good girl. Her mother had taught her that she had to be the responsible one because her father and sister just didn't have it in them. After her mother's passing, the never-ending job had fallen to her. She'd taken care of her family because it was her nature.
But this wild gush of emotion felt natural, too. It felt right to be with Law.
It was probably stupid. She would likely regret the hell out of it because he would ultimately use her passion for him against her to coerce her to cooperate with Dominic's plans. But right now was for her. Kinley wasn't thinking about what anyone else would think or say. For the first time ever, she was living in the moment and refused to stop because she wanted to feel adored, like a beautiful, desirable woman just this once.