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Now that she was pliant, I pulled her closer and pressed my forehead back to hers where I could smell her perfume of vanilla and spice.
“I fucking love you,” I repeated, fingers clenching into fists at her waist, gripping her top in a death grip.
“Then why…?” she cried, “If you loved me…you wouldn’t—”
“You deserve so much more than this fucked up Marine,” I barked.
I knew it was true, but with each second I was with her, the reasons started seeming less and less important.
“But I’m too Goddamn selfish to give you up, Frey. I don’t want to give you up.”
Those words torn straight from my soul hurt, but it was like ripping out a knife from a gaping wound. The relief was palpable, but it didn’t stop the bleeding.
She sobbed, more black, makeup-stained tears barreled down her cheeks before she gripped my face and pulled mine down to hers.
Hot damn, her kiss was euphoric.
A brutal meeting of lips turned into grasping, greedy hands, pulling at clothes and seeking skin. I shoved my fingers up the back of her shirt, hating the helmet in my other hand.
Before I’d gotten anything close to my fill, she pulled back and I let her, ready for the devastating denial that I knew in my gut was coming next.
Taking two staggering steps backwards, Freya looked up at me, cheeks wet with tears that were also now smeared over my own face.
“If you’re telling me this just to get in my pants…” she started, voice brittle and fragile.
I let out an incredulous huff.
“I don’t have to tell you I love you to get in your pants, Freya.”
I was right, and she knew it.
Turning, she took her keys out of her leather bag and shoved them in the lock of the door beside her with shaking hands.
One step, two steps closer, I approached as the door opened.
“If you break my heart again, I swear, I’ll never forgive you,” she breathed, dropping the bag to the floor inside the apartment as she kept a white-knuckled grip on the door, still blocking my way in.
“I can’t promise that,” I admitted. “What I can promise is that I love you and I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you for two fucking years. I haven’t really lived since I left here. Since I left you.”
Taking a shaky breath, she dropped her hold on the door and walked backward into her house. I took that as acceptance and followed her inside, shutting and locking the door before tossing my helmet and pressing her against the accordion closet door behind her.
A whimper left her lips as I found them with mine. The sadness in her kiss drained away into insatiable hunger as her tongue met mine, sweeping into my mouth.
Eyes closing, I took just a moment to soak the sensation in, but I needed more. So much fucking more.
Her arms curled around my neck as my fingers dug into her ass, hauling her up against my chest. Legs bracing my hips, I shoved her back into the door with one fantastic thrust that made us both moan.
“In the back,” she panted against my lips, pointing vaguely down the hallway.
Right.
Bed.
Mind and body distracted with the incredible creature in my arms, I stumbled a little down the hallway when I found what looked like a damp towel lying in the middle of the floor.
“Do you live like an animal?” I mumbled, boot kicking it against the wall before hurrying through the door at the end of the hall.
Fuck, bathroom.
