Sergeant Keegan Russ was a lot of things: he was authorative, sarcastic, witty and definetly a cocky bastard. But there was one thing Keegan definetly wasn’t, and that was subtle. If he wanted something, it was obvious.

And right now? He wanted you. Keegans steel grey eyes were trained on your body, keeping you in place with his pointed glare alone. He was full on staring, caging you against the wall like a predator, leaning down just enough to have his breath fan against your skin. His jaw was clenched to the point that it had to be painful, his breathing ragged against the shell of your ear. And then he fucking growled.

"I need to taste you, now."