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Then he laces his fingers with mine, bringing our palms together.
I feel so terrifyingly vulnerable.
And yet so safe.
How Gleb can make me feel both things at once, I don’t understand.
But it’s like we’re constantly walking that tightrope—and I can’t see the safety net.
“I want you, Mel,” he murmurs against my lips. “I want you so fucking badly.”
A full-body shiver racks me, and I pant as the crackling electricity between us grows unbearable.
“I’m yours,” I confess.
20
GLEB
Those two words undo me completely.
I’ve never needed to hear something so badly.
And now that I have, there’s no turning back.
The feel of Mel’s body pressed firmly against mine, the way our lips align—they fill me with an all-consuming desire. The thrum of attraction passing between our palms has turned me carnal. Mel’s presence surrounds me, consumes me in blistering flames.
But hearing Mel say she’s mine?
Nothing on god’s green earth could stop me from claiming her now.
“Swear it,” I growl, my hips rocking forward as I press my knee between her thighs.
Mel gasps, and one leg comes up to hook around my waist. “It’s only ever been you.”
Fierce pride and wanton desire burst through my chest, fire racing in my veins.
Releasing her hands, I bring mine down to hoist her other leg around my hips. I hold her up against the door until she wraps her arms around my shoulders. And though the aggravated sutures of my twice-stitched wound tug irritatedly, I refuse to put her down.
Instead, I carry her toward the dining room table, ready to feast on her perfection. And as I walk, my lips never leave her skin.
Because hearing that Mel was concerned about my safety moved something in me. I’ve never had anyone care enough about me to worry, and I find her protectiveness incredibly meaningful.
And sexy.
Even if it is unnecessary.
But knowing she’s chosen me—seeing my life means something to her—feeling the desperation with which she needed me to be okay…? Fuck me.
No man has the kind of strength to hold back after that.
I don’t want to fight with Mel. I want to show her how much her words mean to me. How much she means to me. And I want to worship her body so she understands the full extent of my appreciation.
Mel seems perfectly on board with the idea. Her thighs grip my hips, her chest pressed close to mine as her arms drag her shirt up and over her head, and she tosses it aside as I set her firm ass on the dining table.
When I lean her back across the empty surface, she goes willingly. Lips parted softly, her long neck curving elegantly, she lets her hands guide her into the sensual pose of a woman who’s ready to be pleased.
Mel’s thick hair fans out across the wood, blending in with the mahogany as her shoulder blades find the table. And her dark eyes watch me from beneath her long lashes as her lace-clad breasts heave. I rake my fingers over her shoulders, bringing her bra straps down her arms. At the same time, I straighten to take in the sheer beauty of her.
