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As we walk up the path to my door, I’m acutely aware of his presence at my back. He radiates a steady, unshakable strength, but he’s also guarded.
Frost’s gaze roves incessantly, alert for any threats even in this quiet, upscale neighborhood. I wonder how it will feel to be the sole focus of that laser intensity. To have all that power and piercing intelligence directed at me and me alone. The thought sends a shiver down my spine that has nothing to do with the ocean breeze.
At my door, I fumble with the keys, hyperaware of his looming heat at my back. After a few failed attempts, his hand settles over mine, gentling my movements. I watch, mesmerized, as he guides the key smoothly into the lock and turns. Such a simple gesture, but heavy with unspoken meaning.
I step inside and he follows close behind, his presence filling up the space, making it feel so much smaller. I turn to face him, my back against the closed door.
“I guess we should talk,” I murmur, my voice coming out breathier than I wish. “Establish some ground rules, if you’re going to be shadowing me.”
One corner of that sensual mouth ticks up. “Is that what you want to do right now? Talk?”
There’s no mistaking the heat in his voice. It wraps around me like a physical caress, sending my pulse fluttering wildly.
“I…”
I lick my lips, trying to gather my scattered thoughts. Frost’s glittering gaze follows the movement, a muscle ticking in his jaw. The air between us thickens, charged with heat.
Slowly, deliberately, he cages me in, hands braced on the door at the sides of my head. Scarred, tanned skin against white-paintedwood.
And yet, as his thumbs brush my cheeks with infinite tenderness, I’ve never felt more in sync with another human being. More seen, right down to my marrow.
“We have time for talking later,” Jacques says, voice low and rough with promise. “All the time in the world. But right now, I’m going to do exactly what I said.”
He nuzzles the curve of my jaw, stubble rasping deliciously against my sensitive skin. I feel the words as much as I hear them, a vow breathed against my flesh.
“I’m going to claim every part of you, Natasha Maksimov. Body, heart, and soul.”
A full body shudder rolls through me, my back arching instinctively to press closer. He groans softly at the contact, a broken, reverent sound that I feel in the deepest part of me.
“Let me show you,mon coeur,” he rasps, his lips finding the thrumming pulse just behind my ear. “Let me fucking worship you the way you deserve.”
The last coherent part of my brain knows we need to define this, set boundaries. But as his mouth trails fire down the column of my throat, teeth and tongue igniting nerve endings I didn’t know existed, I can’t form a single rational thought.
All I know is that I need him, this beautiful, dangerous man, like I need my next breath. And for now, the world can wait.
Surrendering to the tidal pull between us, I wrap my arms around his neck to tug him closer. Frost’s extraordinary eyesmeet mine, blazing.
“Show me,” I breathe against his parted lips.
With a shuddering exhale, he seals his mouth over mine, swallowing my gasp. And as he lifts me effortlessly, hands cupping my ass to guide my legs around his waist, I let the maelstrom engulf me.
My back hits the bedroom door with a soft thud, Frost’s hard body pinning me in place as his hungry mouth claims mine. Desperate hands roam and grab, tugging at clothing in frenzied need.
Frost growls low in his throat as he works the zipper of my dress, dragging it down inch by tortuous inch. Cool air blows over my fevered flesh, the fabric falling to bare me to his burning gaze. Calloused palms mold to the naked curves of my waist, my ribs, thumbs grazing the lace edge of my bra.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasps against my lips. “You’re perfect. So goddamn gorgeous.”
I moan as his fingers dance over my sensitive skin, mapping my body like he’s committing it to memory. I arch into his touch, craving more, harder, faster. My own hands yanking his shirt free of his waistband to slip beneath and splay across the hot, hard planes of his muscular chest.
Frost shudders as my nails rake lightly over his skin, his stomach muscles jumping under my touch. He retaliates by dropping his head and trailing open-mouthed kisses along the column of my throat, pausing to suck hard at my pulse point.
“Please,” I whimper, the ache between my thighs growingunbearable. I need him there, need the thick ridge of his erection pressed right where I’m empty and throbbing.
Understanding my unspoken plea, Frost grips my hips and rolls his own, grinding the heavy length of his cock into the juncture of my thighs. Even through layers of fabric, the contact is electric.
“I’ve got you,” he purrs, licking a path up to my ear to suckle the lobe. “Gonna take such good care of you, baby girl. Gonna worship this sweet little body ‘til you’re screaming my name.”
I nearly convulse at the filthy words and the images they conjure. I want his head between my thighs, that sinful tongue lapping at my folds until I shatter. Want to feel him hot and hard and pulsing inside me, stretching me, claiming me, branding me.
