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“What do you mean?”
“Did he touch your breasts? Your pussy?”
I gasped, taken aback. His eyes were still straight ahead, his face obscured in darkness as we drove.
“He…um, he took my bra off and touched my breasts,” I said. “But I kind of freaked out when he tried to put his hand into my panties, so he stopped.”
“Fucker,” said Merrick softly.
I couldn’t believe it. Merrick wasn’t jealous of anyone. He was the Welsh King, the top of the food chain. I turned in my seat.
“Do I need to remind you that you picked out Osian for me?”
“No, no need to remind me. I’m painfully aware of that.”
“He’s not a bad person.”
“He’s got room to grow.”
“Merrick.”
He was quiet for the rest of the drive home. When we got inside, he helped me out of my coat. Then his hand closed around my wrist and he spun me around. Pulling me against him.
His mouth came down on mine.
His body pinned me to the wall.
Hot, heavy, suffocating.
Like being sucked down by a wave and enveloped in an ocean of the sweetest heat.
His hands were in my hair, bending my head back. Sliding down until they were under my clothes, kneading my hips, my thighs. He kissed me hard, bruising my lips. His tongue pushed between my teeth, to the back of my throat.
When he pulled back, a bit of hair fell over his forehead. I reached up in a daze and brushed it back.
“Merrick,” I breathed. “You are jealous.”
“You’re enough to make any man jealous,” he said darkly.
He brushed his mouth across my forehead, searing my skin. The breath he released sounded more like a groan. Then he was gone, striding down the hallway. Disappearing into the shadows. Leaving me to sleep alone once more.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
MERRICK
I had excellent control, but with Clara, I didn’t trust it. I’d never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her in those days leading up to our weekend in New Hampshire. I’d never felt so out of control, like she’d ripped the wheel right out of my hands.
Like I was falling.
She started taking her birth control the day after her doctor’s visit. She told me when she took her first pill, like it was a big milestone.
“Thank you,” I said.
She frowned. “Why are you thanking me?”
“For handling the prevention part,” I said. “I wouldn’t mind wearing a condom with you, but I…I’m…fuck, never mind.”
She cocked her head, chewing her mouth. “What?”
