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This man . . .
He captures my lips with his, and I melt in his arms. “I’m not giving up on us, Grace.”
I wrap my arms around his waist and soak in his warmth, unable to bring myself to tell him there isn’t an us to hold on to. Let me live in the fantasy for a few more days.
Thirty minutes later, the attendant is letting us on our pod, and I realize just how high this thing is, up close and personal. Lennon tried to get me on it when I first moved here last winter, but I think it snowed, and we stayed in, bingingThe Kings Of Kroydon Hillson Netflix instead.
I lean across Ares as we enter our glass pod. “Excuse me. Exactly how high up does this go?”
Ares laughs at me as the attendant answers, “Four hundred and forty-three feet, ma’am.”
The door shuts behind us, and I stand in the center of the pod, feeling a little queasy.
“Scared?” Ares teases.
I side-eye him while I move in front of the windows and try to put on a brave face. “Maybe a little.”
A few minutes later, we begin our ascent, and my stomach drops.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers as he stands behind me. His reflection stares back in the dark glass in front of us.
Ares Wilder is taller than mortal men, fitting for the god of war. I’m five-seven, and he makes me look tiny. He’s well over six feet. Probably closer to six-five. And those muscles... they do lovely things for his appearance. He should be on the cover of a magazine or walking a runway somewhere.
He leans a hand against the window, over my shoulder, and watches London pass around us. Heat radiates off him, and my body anticipates the touch that doesn’t come.
With each inch we rise higher into the inky night’s sky, my heart races and my pulse pounds. I try to convince myself it’s the height and not the man, until I step back and bump into him, and my stomach jumps. “Heights don’t typically bother me.”
“Relax, Gracie. You’re safe with me.”
Ares’s voice washes over me, deep and rumbly, and I momentarily forget where we are.
And who we are.
An arm wraps around my waist, anchoring me to him, and I’m pulled back against his chest, safe and warm.Protected.
Ares drags his nose along the column of my neck, and I rest my head back against his shoulder. “I bet I could help you relax,” he whispers into my ear.
It’s the way his voice dances over my skin.
The promise it holds.
It’s intoxicating.
His big hand possessively slides over my hip and stops at the thigh high slit in my dress. Calloused fingers slip between the soft fabric and my bare skin. They’re rough against my thigh, and my breath catches with the first touch. Anticipation tingles through every inch of my overheated skin, and I forget that we’re nearly four hundred feet above the ground. I become blissfully ignorant of the glass surrounding us that can clearly be seen through. I focus on him. On his rough fingers and warm breath. On the strength of his chest and the way he makes me feel.
It's a heady experience and not something I’m used to.
“Tell me you want this, Grace.” His other hand slides around my throat and tilts my face up to his. “I need your words, tiny dancer.” He kisses the corner of my mouth before dragging my tongue between his and sucking.
And oh my God... nothing has ever lit my body up this way before.
“God, yes.Please, Ares. I need this.” I hold his eyes for what feels like an eternity, but in reality, it’s one single second frozen in time. It’s one of those moments in life I know, with complete certainty, I’ll never recover from. But I’d rather spend the rest of my life broken than wonderingwhat if.
I’ve played it safe my entire life.
Done everything everyone has ever wanted.
I press my lips to his and hum deep in my throat before opening my eyes. “This is for me. This is what I want.You’re what I want.”
