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He leaned forward, laying her back on the couch as she kept her hands wrapped around his back, holding on to him as she fell lightly into the cushions.
Her eyes gazing up at him were green and erotic, predatory like cat’s eyes. Her soft curves were bared as her blazer fell away from her chest, her dress shirt unbuttoned at the top, showing generous, creamy cleavage.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
“Luck has nothing to do with it,” she said. “You won me over, so now you’re mine.”
“That’s what you said earlier,” he said, running a finger over her cheek and down her jaw, watching her shiver, her curvy body squirming slightly beneath him. “What did you mean by that?”
“Just what I said,” she said. “I guess I’m like you. I don’t date unless I’m serious. I can’t afford to waste time. I have so much living to do. So while you’re with me, no one else is allowed to put hands on you.”
“I’m perfectly fine with that,” he said. “Everyone else’s touch feels disgusting.”
She laughed, raising a blondish eyebrow. “Really? I thought men were a little more relaxed about that kind of thing.”
He shook his head. “Not all men. Some of us can’t do that without a connection. I’m one of them, I guess.”
“That makes sense considering how mad everyone said you got when women would harass you.”
He nodded. “Plus, I just believe people should be allowed to have personal space and others should respect it.”
She reached up and ran her hand down the center of his muscled chest, and it was his turn to shudder. “But I can get in your personal space all I want?”
He nodded with a grin. “Yes, I think we’re past worrying about that now.”
She pursed her lips. “You mean we weren’t before?”
“I don’t know what I mean,” he said, his thoughts cloudy as he surveyed the beauty in front of him, tried to keep himself calm so he didn’t rush. “All I know is when you’re here with me, touching me, it’s all I can do to keep myself sane.”
She giggled. “I never would have thought I could drive a man like you mad.”
He sighed, running both hands along her soft, curvy sides and over her hips, loving the feel of her. “Oh, you definitely can and do.”
She reached up to entwine her hands around his neck. “Should we take this to the bedroom?”
“Oh yes, we should, for sure,” he said, standing and lifting her into his arms.
The bed. His mate. Would he be able to claim her completely this time? Would that even be right?
He decided he wasn’t going to allow himself to overthink it. Tonight, with her, he was going to let his heart decide.
Kelsey relaxed into the bed as he placed her there, stretching languidly at the thought of the pleasure he was about to bring.
Her body was already ready for him again, waiting, from just a kiss and a bit of his touch.
She wanted to be one with him, wanted to feel secure after how angry she’d been earlier when that woman had touched him. Wanted to spend the night alone, reassuring herself he was only hers.
At least for now.
For all his talk of committing, of permanence, she knew not to think too hard on it after only a few days.
But it was hard not to, because she’d never been so happy, felt so secure. So at home.
And it wasn’t having a roof over her head. It was having someone she could trust who watched out for her like she watched out for him.
He crawled over her, leaning down to place voracious kisses along her neck, suckling gently as his hands worked to remove her blazer, pulling it off her hands and out from under her and tossing it aside.
He moved up to kiss her deeply on the lips as his fingers fumbled with the buttons of her dress shirt. She felt excitement at his excitement, and the tension in her built higher as his fingers grazed over her breasts.
The more she learned, the harder she worked, the more she felt equal, as if they were on the same level instead of from different worlds. And if she just let go of the past, the way Robbie had told her to, it worked.
She was soon to be a manager, and he worked alongside her, and they both stayed in this beautiful building and both wanted each other and had each other’s backs.
It was too good to be true, yet here she was, making love to him.
Her hands trailed over his muscular back, savoring the bulges there, as he sat back so she could sit up and he could pull off her unbuttoned shirt.
She helped him by unhooking her bra and then lay back when she was free from that as well.
He stared at her breasts for a moment, his eyes like storm clouds with the sun behind them, and then his lips were over her nipple, sucking and biting gently, just barely running his teeth against her, as his hand found the button and zipper of her skirt.