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“That’s why I have you.”

I tilt my head. “Is that why I’m here? So, I can do the heavy lifting.”

He curses under his breath. He knows he messed up. “I thought you wanted to be here?” He crosses his arms over his chest.

“I want you to want them here.”

He grabs the back of his neck while he looks down at the floor. When he brings his gaze up, I can see the fury brewing behind his deep chocolate eyes. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“And I don’t know what you want from me.” I stand tall, my shoulders straight. “Do you want me here so I can take care of them while you do your thing?”

“Fuck no. I can get any bitch to do that.”

The name calling makes me flinch. “What was that yesterday?” I know I’m pushing his buttons and that I’m treading on thin ice, but I need to know. The words that Cruise threw at me yesterday have been floating around in my head.

“That was me acting on something that I’ve never felt before.”

“Explain.”

“Fucking Christ.” He rubs his hands down his face, gently tugging at the ends of his facial hair. “The need to lay my claim. To mark my territory.” My stomach flips at his words. “To make sure that you, and anyone else who may be clueless, know that you aren’t available for looking, kissing, touching or fucking.”

I flinch at his words. “I’m not available?”

“Fuck no.”

“Says who?” I point my finger towards him. “You?”

He takes two long strides before he’s standing in front of me. He’s looking at me with a hunger in his eyes that I’ve never seen—for me or for anyone. I’m a little nervous.

Bringing his hand to the nape of my neck, he pulls me towards him until I’m flush against his chest. “Yes, Jenni. My name rolls slowly from his tongue, and I love the way it sounds on his lips. “I’m saying it.” His eyes scan my face, jumping from my eyes to my lips. I subconsciously dart my tongue out, wetting my bottom lip.

“I’m saying it because for the first time in my thirty-three years, I’ve found a woman who defies every thought I’ve had when it comes to bitches.” He takes his free hand and slowly runs his finger down my cheek, leaving chills in its wake. “I’ve found someone who has proven to me that my examples of women have been piss fucking poor, and there’s no fucking way in hell that I’m going to ever let you the fuck go.”

His lips come crashing down on mine. His tongue sweeps against the seam and I gladly let him in. His hands ghost down my body as I press my chest into his. I can feel him harden and the thought excites me. Tearing my mouth from his, I pull myself up to my toes and continue to kiss along his jawline, moving down his neck. His skin is salty from the work we’ve been doing today. Knowing that he’s been working, building and creating because of something I want for him has me turned on in ways I never thought possible.

The roughness of his palms runs along the skin of my waist as he skirts his hands under my shirt. I feel the waist of my pants being pulled from my body. My eyes snap open, and my nerves kick in before I feel the warmth of his finger enter my core.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking wet,” he says in my ear. The warmth of his breath and the motion of his fingers causes me to shiver. Before I know it, I pull my shirt from my body. He takes a step back with his finger still inside me, stroking me, causing my knees to weaken as he stares at me. “Fuck those tits, Goddamn those tits.”

Gripping his arms, I try to hold myself up, as he continues to work me. With his other hand, he pulls at the cup of my bra, before taking a nipple in his mouth. I’ve never felt something so good in my life.

“Off. Now,” he says against my breast before he pulls his finger from between my legs and begins to work my bra. Once the clasp is undone, he grasps it from the front and yanks it from my arms. He’s like a mad man, ripping his shirt from his body and unbuttoning his pants, shoving them down his legs. My eyes widen as he reveals his hardened, metal clad cock. He quickly tugs at each one of his boots before pulling his socks off his feet. All the while, he never takes his eyes off me. He licks his lips, his stare holding nothing but fire, eyeing me like I’m his last meal.

The wolf and the lamb.

I begin to feel tiny beneath his stare. “Um, Lick…” My eyes dart between his cock and his eyes and back to his cock. When I start to retreat, I watch him stalk towards me, making his dick bob with each step. “Lick?”

The feel of cold wall hits my bare back. “No time for words,” he tells me before his hand comes up to my neck and he crashes his lips to mine once more. With one hand cupping my face, he uses the other to push down my shorts until they puddle at my feet.

“Up,” he commands as he brings his hands under my thighs, lifting me up. When I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, I feel the cool metal against my pussy. I tense in his arms, and his kisses turn from fierce to slow and passionate, allowing me to relax under the touch of his lips.

When I pull back, I can see the intense pleasure in his eyes. His face is flushed, his lips more swollen than usual. Searching his eyes, I see what I’ve never seen before.

Total devotion.

Even if his mind may not know it, his heart does. Biting my lip, I try to hide my smile as I give him the nod I know he’s waiting for. My stomach flips with anticipation.

Am I really gonna do this?