Wild Men of Alaska 04 - Wild Men of Alaska - Four Book Bundle

been all fired up to make him pay, had dropped in on The Edge guns blazing and knives slashing after his head. Was that the problem? What if she was really after his heart, since he’d broken hers?
    Oh God.
    He’d left her in Afghanistan. Abandoned her in the face of betrayal, death, and devastation. His betrayal, or so she thought. The accusations he’d said about Perry had a truthful ring to them. There were things she’d witnessed and for some reason or another had talked herself around to where Perry wasn’t in the wrong.
    Could she have been wrong this whole time? She wasn’t gullible like Sergei claimed, but were her loyalties misplaced?
    She stood and paced the area of hardwood next to the French doors, searching to see something through the whiteout.
    Where the hell was he?
    She rubbed her arms and realized how chilled the room had become. She added another couple of logs to the fire, stoking the flames until they burned brighter and hotter. Much the way she burned waiting for Sergei.
    She had questions he needed to answer, and he’d better get his butt back here fast.
    A clatter coming from the kitchen froze her in place.

C HAPTER T WELVE

    Kate positioned herself near the fireplace, the fillet knife within handy reach.
    Sergei entered and came to a fast stop at seeing her. He’d already taken off his winter gear but his skin was flushed with cold, his nose and cheeks red, and his hair wet from melting snow. She drank him in, and he stared at her in wonder.
    “How did you get free?” His eyes narrowed and slid around the room as though looking for someone else.
    She disregarded his question for one of hers. “Where the hell have you been?” It came out accusing as though she were a fish wife demanding to know where her man had been out carousing.
    He tossed her backpack into the corner, and wrung his hair back from his face.
    Oooh, he looked all European and sexy with his wet, black hair slicked back from the sharp bones of his face. Her heartbeat increased, and she shifted on the balls of her feet.
    “Miss me, Katja?”
    “Parts of you,” she muttered under her breath.
    His eyebrows shot up, somehow having heard her from across the room. His gaze heated, and his chest expanded with a quick breath.
    She went liquid inside.
    “You’ve been vorried about me,” he stated.
    “Have not.”
    “How can you vorry for me vhen you vant me dead?”
    “I have not been worried,” she lied. “I could care less what happened to you out there.” He advanced so quickly, she didn’t have time to respond before his chest was right up against hers. So not like her.
    “How long vill you continue to lie to yourself?”
    A sound of frustration escaped her at his nearness. He’d left her sexually sensitive, and the minute he’d entered the room all those unquenchable needs returned with teeth.
    Hungrier.
    She grabbed his head and yanked him down, capturing his lips, searing her mouth against his.
    A dark and dangerous sound came from him and made her insides do funny things. Heat burned within her as she gave herself over to her desires. Her tongue dueled with his, her teeth scraping. He yanked her flush against him. Every part of him completely engaged with her. She wrapped her arms around him, wanting to embrace all there was about this man. His body, his strength, his heat.
    There was no more waiting. She knew the truth. For two years this is where she’d wanted to be. Since the moment she’d woken alone in that hotel room clear across the world, she’d craved his arms around her again. His scent weaved and mixed with hers, creating something that was undeniable. She broke off the kiss and grabbed the front of his shirt, ripping it open. Buttons and flannel flew, revealing the most gloriously muscled chest. Dusted with just the right amount of hair, and defined in the way of a God, Sergei was chiseled, and strong, and touchable.
    She tripped him.
    He took her down to the floor with him as though expecting the move, their fall cushioned by the bear rug. His hands wrenched the shirt she’d stolen from his drawer over her head, dislodging the pencils anchoring her hair in place. He growled at seeing her bare breasts.
    He flipped her over so that she was on the bottom. His eyes searching hers before his hands cupped her breasts. He sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth, and her back arched off the fur beneath her, a startled gasp escaping her.
    Oh God. His rough hands were not gentle as he stripped