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“I told you to stop apologizing.” I stare at him from beneath my lashes, feeling a strange type of power coursing through me as I kneel before him. Is this how he felt on his knees for me? Because all I want is for him to be thrusting into my mouth and whispering my name.
“But this is no apology.” His eyes dance between mine as he stills in my mouth and brushes my cheek with his thumb. “This isn’t even you begging. This is just you taking what you want.” He leans forward, and his voice goes quiet. “This is instinct. This is real. And you want me.”
“You have beautiful hands. Almost as beautiful as your mind and heart. Sometimes I find myself staring at them while you work, so elegant and strong all at once. Hands that heal. Hands that save lives.” His voice drops. “Hands that belong in mine.”
Stefan flips me flat onto my back. “I don’t think I do. You’re like a safe, and I think I’m close to figuring out the combination. So don’t worry, Mira. I’m going to get in there and learn all your secrets. I’ll keep them for you, too. Especially the one about me being exactly your type.”
“Is this you going deep cover? Like when a CIA agent bangs the bad guy to uncover enemy secrets? Because I could probably admire your commitment.”
“No, B. It’s…” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth as I search for the right label for Stefan and me. “It’s real.”
“You’re not morally gray. You walk the line of being intensely supportive without being overbearing perfectly. Look at Nadia. Look at me. Life gave you some sour fucking lemons, and you added the sugar and made yourself some lemonade. You love so fiercely. I think she’d be proud of you. Just like I am.”
love cooking. I especially love cooking for other people. It’s an easy way for me to show affection without having to talk about my feelings.
“If there was any uncertainty in your mind about where we stand, let me clear that up for you now.” He slows his thrusts, pulling out and then driving in hard, rattling my body with the force of his claim. “You are mine.” My hands slip on the desk, and my legs shake. “And I am yours.”
“I’m here to tell you to pull yourself up by the bootstraps. He’s just a boy. And you are a fucking rockstar.”
“Where is Nadia?” “She went in.” A chill starts from the ground, seeping up through my bones. “Excuse me?” He points at the barn. “Just a couple minutes ago.” “Fuck, Leo. Has anyone ever mentioned that you’re a pussy?”
“You love so fiercely. Just like I told you. Just like me. I didn’t think twice about walking into that barn.”
“Do you think I’m down here trying to fix your shoe again?” Her eyes widen as she looks down at her simple slip-on sneakers. “Don’t worry, Kitten. I can…”—I wink at her—“fix your shoe later. First, I have something I want to ask you.”
