Free Undefeated: Bad Boy Fighter Romance (Fighting For Gisele #4) by Emily Jane Trent Page A

she needed.
    Micah wrapped her in a warm embrace, and pulled her close for a kiss. It was sweet and tender. But the sensuality of his touch, his hot mouth against hers, ignited Gisele’s passion. Tomorrow the shred of hope she clung to might crumble, but she pushed aside such unwelcome thoughts. Surrounded by threats, with danger closing in, Gisele reached for Micah’s strength, feeling safe in his arms.
    They were together, and being with Micah in her new place gave her a sense of freedom. Gisele kissed him back, thrashing her tongue against his, and ripping away his clothes as he did hers. Micah pushed her down on the sofa and kissed her with wild abandon.
    The flurry of kisses and the feel of his lips on her skin made Gisele gasp with pleasure. “Micah…” There in the quiet solitude of her new condo, Micah made love to her, long and slow. Her heart swelled with joy, and the erotic interlude left her breathless, wanting more.
    Still inside her, Micah traced his fingertip along her jaw and kissed her lips. “I love you, honey.”
    Gisele put her arms around him, humming with pleasure, body and soul. “I love you more than I thought I could love any man.”
    “When this is all over, I’m going to sweep you away.” Micah kissed each cheek and then her lips. “We’ll be together…always.” His eyes filled with emotion. “I want you to be mine.”
    Tears of joy clouded Gisele’s vision. “I am yours.” Then he kissed her again, deeper and longer, fueling her need for him. When he carried her to bed, Gisele gave herself to him completely, without holding anything back. The prospect of a future with Micah seemed like a dream, one she hoped would come true.
     

 
    Chapter 8
    That night Micah slept in Gisele’s bed, holding her close. The next couple of days were going to move fast, so he had to be ready. After a few hours of sleep, he woke up, staring out the window at darkness. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was time to get moving.
    For a minute longer, Micah nuzzled with Gisele, wishing life was such that he could stay in bed with her. But he was on a mission to save her mother, and that drew him from the warmth of the woman beside him. He kissed the top of her head and slid out of the covers.
    Gisele woke up. “What time is it?”
    “Nearly two. Go back to sleep, honey.”
    Gisele stretched, then sat up. “Be careful today,” she said, reaching for his arm and pulling him close for a kiss. “I’ll be anxious to hear from you.”
    Micah touched her cheek, then kissed her again. Gisele’s soft lips tempted him to stay. Steeling his inner strength, he pulled away so he could prepare to go. Timing was important, and he didn’t want to be late. When Micah stepped out onto the street later, it still looked like the middle of the night.
    He walked a few blocks down to an all-night coffee shop, and wolfed down a breakfast sandwich with coffee. When he tossed his cup in the trash and glanced out the window, Zeke pulled up to the curb. Shoving open the glass door, Micah jogged to the car and hopped into the front seat.
    Glancing at the back seat, Micah took a look at the Russian. “Good morning.” The passenger sat stoically, apparently not one for social amenities.
    As he pulled out into the street, Zeke motioned toward the back. “Micah, this is Dimitry.” The Russian stuck out his hand, so Micah shook it. The guy had a firm grip, and was strongly built.
    Looking back at his bodyguard, Micah said, “He knows what to do?”
    “Yes, he does, and he speaks fluent Russian,” Zeke said. “He was born in the Mother Country.”
    That was even better. Micah was anxious to get this job done. With Gisele’s permission, he’d filled Zeke in on the situation, including the predicament they were in because of the stolen diamond. They needed him as an ally, not just a personal bodyguard. And Zeke had proven to be trustworthy. Since they needed him, they had no choice but to include him in the action.
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