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I wrap my legs around his ass and push him further, telling him to take me.

The first time we were together, we made love. Then, we had passionate sex. Now, it’s primal and animalistic. We seem to be working backward. That’s how we are—a couple growing more intense with every day that passes.

I push on his chest and swing my legs, so he lies on his back. If he wants to lay claim, now, it’s my turn.

With my body, I command him.

With a roll of my hips, I take his pleasure.

With my kisses, I drink his pain.

And with my words, I tell him, “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” he groans into my mouth as he comes inside of me.

And just like that, I give my entire world to Jesse.

And I take his.

Chapter Sixteen

I’m on my knees, searching for a frying pan but having no luck.

After we made ferocious love, Jesse and I both fell asleep. When I woke, I saw it was nine o’clock at night, and my stomach was growling from not having eaten all day.

Now, I’m in his kitchen, looking through the oak cabinets for a pan to make the chicken cutlets that are in the refrigerator.

“You’re cute, but you’re noisy,” Jesse says, making me look up at him from my spot on the floor.

“Funny.” I grimace. “I want to make chicken cutlets, and I need something to cook them in.”

He opens the cabinet next to the one I’m looking in. A long frying pan sits on the shelf.

I make a face at him as I grab it and stand up. His eyes roam over the sight of me only wearing a T-shirt and panties.

“You look good in my clothes.” He winks, and I shimmy my hips as I take out the ingredients for dinner.

Eggs, breadcrumbs, and oil are all lined up on the Formica countertop.

“When did you get all this stuff?” I ask as I look to see what kind of sides there are. I spy a head of romaine and decide to make a simple salad.

He leans against the counter. “I asked the chef at Villa Russo to put together some groceries for me. He dropped them off. I knew you were safe with Sienna, so I came here quick to change and get my gun.”

“I didn’t even realize you had it with you.”

“That’s the point of a concealment calf holster.”

I look down at his legs, which are covered in sweats. “Do you have it on now?”

He smiles. “No. But I do have weapons hidden around the house.” I bite my lip, and he lowers his forehead. “Does that scare you?”

“The opposite.” I shake my head as I crack an egg in a bowl. “I was actually thinking I should learn how to protect myself.”

“You need to,” he says, leaning his hip against the counter and crossing his arms. I love the way his biceps look in a simple T-shirt when they’re crossed like this. “What do you want to know?”

I smile at how easily he thinks I can defend myself. I’m not sure of many people who would give me that credit. With a shrug, I suggest, “Maybe what to do if someone like Rocco tries to grab me again?”

“I’ll show you.” He unfolds his arms as he steps away from the counter.