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My line in the sand.
“When we were fucking?” I finish.
“When there was a chance we’d be together,” she corrects, eyes narrowed. “I don’t want to put myself in a dangerous situation if I can’t guarantee I’ll be safe.”
“I’m guaranteeing you’ll be safe. There’s nowhere in the world you won’t be. You aren’t just a maid, Rayne. You’remine.”
I close the distance between us and curl my hand under her chin. Her lips part in surprise as she looks up at me, too shocked to pull away just yet. I use her hesitation to my advantage, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close.
“From the minute I met you, you weren’t just a waitress. You weren’t just a maid. We were always going to end up here, together. Whether either of us likes it or not.”
She trembles. Her breath hitches in her chest and I feel her exhale across my skin. “I already told you I don’t love you.”
The few inches left between us zip closed as our hips knit together. I slide my hand down her spine and around the curve of her ass. She arches, drawn into me by the force neither of us can fight.
“Yeah? Well, you lied.”
I press my mouth to hers, and it’s like breathing. I’m not sure how I survived without it.
Mine. She’s mine.
The thought flashes through my mind again and again as her tongue dips into my mouth. As our hips rock together, the force of the kiss nearly knocks us both back onto the couch.
She makes a soft sound in the back of her throat before her hands slide up my neck and tug at my hair. “Kirill,” she moans. Her head turns away, but I don’t stop. My mouth blazes a path down her chin and across her neck. I feel her heartbeat against my lips, her blood buzzing for me.
I grab the hem of her shirt and lift. “Take this off. Now.”
I expect her to argue, but when she looks up at me, her blue eyes are black with desire. Rayne wrenches her shirt over her head without a second thought. Her hair is a tangled mess, and I smooth it back and claim her mouth with mine.
She unclips her bra and slides it down her arms. My palms smooth over her pointed nipples, and I think I’m going to bust through my zipper.
“God, Rayne. You were made to fit me. Look at this.”
She looks down at where I’m touching her and I want her to see the truth.
There is no running from this. It’s been five years, but five minutes together is all it takes for everything to flood back. The heat, the intensity, the passion. The certainty that this is right.
“Feel me,” I growl, thrusting gently against her thigh. “Feel how much I want you.”
She slides her hand between us and undoes my zipper. Every tooth coming undone is the most delicious torture. When she finally slips her hand inside my pants, I growl.
“I missed you.” She leans forward, her forehead pressed to my chest as she strokes me through my boxers. “Part of me was always waiting for this… for you. It’s not like this with anyone else.”
I grip her chin and lift her face to mine. Her mouth is pink and swollen, her hair tangled. She’s mussed and perfect, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. “Take off your jeans.”
Her mouth tips into a smirk and she reaches for her jeans.
Just before she can shimmy them down her hips, I hear my name echoing down the hallway. The voice is shrill, louder than it needs to be.
“Who is—” Rayne stiffens. She meets my eyes, and it’s clear. She knows.“Oh my God.”
In a blink, she shoves me away and lunges for her clothes. “You fucking asshole,” she hisses, covering her smooth skin. “You goddamn, no good, disgusting pig. I hate you.”
Slowly, I slide my zipper up. My tongue glides across my lips. I can still taste her there even as she whispers obscenities at me.
“Kirill!” the voice calls from the hall again. “Where are you?”
I flop back onto the couch, frustrated and wholly unsatisfied. “In here,” I call back.
