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Or maybe I just wanted to become who I was always meant to be. And maybe…maybe now I had a chance.
“You.” It was a greedy stroke from his tongue, and he crossed the space in a flash. A whorl of energy bashed against the walls in his wake.
He had me by the waist and propped on the high island in a flash.
The breath whooshed out of me, and my hands shot to his shoulders to keep myself steady while his nearly completely circled around my waist.
The span of them enormous.
That big, big body towered high, and he’d wedged himself between my legs.
“It’s you on my mind. You who has me hooked. You who has me wanting to do things I don’t do.”
His hands splayed wide, stretching out over the entirety of my back, his front pressed close. I got the sense he could cover every inch of me at the same time.
Envelop and consume.
I breathed out a shaky breath as he studied me in the glittering rays of light that streaked in through the windows, evening slowly approaching and casting the air in pink, misty hues.
He pulled the strap of my bag over my head and set it aside, and I reached out with a trembling hand and let my fingertips play along the contours of his face. Over the harsh lines and defined edges. The man was carved like a blade. Hewn in severity and shorn in brutality.
My fingers drifted, brushing over the sharp angle of his brow and dancing over the stars tattooed at his hairline, dragging down his jaw before they were caressing over his full, plush lips that were the only thing that was soft about him.
Those lips barely moved with my touch, just soft puffs of air that felt like murmured kisses.
“Can’t fuckin’ wait to show you what it feels like to be touched by me. Can’t wait to adore this body. I’m going to explore every inch of you. Show you that bastard no longer has anycontrol over you.”
Goosebumps lifted, and a gluttonous sound rolled through him as he leaned in and chased them up my neck.
“That sound good to you, Little Runner? You want me to show you what it’s like to have so much pleasure you won’t be able to think of anything else but me? Gonna write myself so fuckin’ deep.”
A tremble rolled through me.
An earthquake of need.
He groaned like he could feel the way my center throbbed. The way I wanted to melt into him and disappear.
“I want that,” I whispered, too turned on to be flustered or shy. “I want to feel everything.”
Experience it.
On my own desire, on my own volition.
Not because I’d been coerced or manipulated.
“I’ll give you everything you want and more than you’ve ever dared to imagine.”
I was right.
I was never going to survive this.
But I wanted it, anyway.
So, I murmured, “Show me.”
Begging him for his kiss.
For his hands and his touch.
