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His voice cuts through my thoughts. “You deal with that a lot?”
“Hmm?”
“Men following you like that.”
“Oh, God, no,” I reply, shaking my head, as I adjust the bandages to make sure they’re not going to slip off the first chance they get. “I mean—not before... It’s not like it’s something I want to get used to, let’s just say that.”
He smirks slightly, the corner of his lip tugging upward. “Guess we’ve all got our secrets.”
“Guess so.”
I pause there for a moment, his hand still in mine, and I’m suddenly aware of how close we are to each other. How easy it would be, if I wanted to, to just lean in and kiss him. Which would be ridiculous, given what just happened, given that I’m still terrified even as I sit before him right now, and yet...
And yet, I can’t shake the desire for it.
I’m still kneeling down at his side, and his eyes don’t move from me.
“Thank you,” I whisper, though it does not feel like nearly enough to express the enormity of what he’s done for me. I let go of his hand finally, but he draws my palm between his, his strong touch softening the hard edges within me.
“I only did what anyone would have,” he replies, his voice slightly gruff.
I shake my head slowly. This man clearly doesn’t know just how dark the world can get, if he thinks that every man would have made the choice that he did.
“No, you didn’t,” I murmur, as I shift a little closer to him, moving one hand on top of his. “You... You saved me. I don’t know if I can ever thank you enough for that.”
But it’s more than just the urge to thank him that rises in me. It’s the urge to touch him, to feel the heat of his body.
And I’m willing to do anything in my power to have him like that.
Before I can stop myself, I lean forward, and plant a kiss on his lips. Just a brief one, nothing too intense—as if out of simple gratitude.
But as I pull away, he stares at me for a moment, and I can feel his desire in the air between us.
Before I can move again, he leans in and kisses me. An this time, it’s much more than gratitude…
It’s pure lust.
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MAYA
I’m still kneelingon the floor as he pushes his hand into my hair, drawing me in close to him. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and I rest my hands on his arms, feeling the flex of muscle beneath his blazer.
My heart flips in my chest. God, if I wasn’t already convinced that this man was capable of doing just about anything he wanted to me, that feeling would have been enough to assure me...
He pulls me on to his lap in one swift motion, grabbing my legs so that they’re settled on either side of him, his hands grasping for my hips as he flattens his palm to the small of my back and kisses me harder. I can smell the tang of his blood in the air, but it only serves to intensify my need, a reminder of how close I came to having all choices taken from me.
Now, I can choose anything I want. And I want him.
His erection strains against me through his pants, and I sink myself down on top of him, letting out a slight moan into his mouth.
“I can think of a few ways you could thank me,” he growls against my mouth, and I giggle, a flood of giddy excitement getting the better of me. I run my nails across his scalp, pulling back for a moment to look into those piercing blue eyes, and I swear, I could have lost myself to them entirely if he had not kissed me again.
And this time, he’s rough with me. It’s like he wants to see just how far he can push me, just what he can coax out of me, and I’m almost as thrilled at finding out as he is. He pushes his hips into mine, pulling me down roughly on top of him so I can feel the strain of his erection through his pants.
“How do you want me to thank you?” I ask him, looping my arms around him, playing innocent. Truthfully, I want to hear him tell me what he wants—I love the way his voice sounds when it darkens, when everything he needs from me gets the better of him.
“You could climb on my cock,” he tells me, brushing his lips against mine. “And ride me till I’m satisfied.”
