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“I’m not sure yet what you mean to me,” I said. “It’s not something I’ve let myself think about. Honestly, I haven’t had the time. There’s been a lot going on in the last six weeks. But I can tell you how I feel when I’m with you. Excited. Frustrated. Safe. Horny. Confused.”

I trailed my hands over his pecs and started exploring his abs. “The frustration is mostly when you don’t take care of yourself like I think you should. The confusion springs up during the quiet moments, like when I’m watching you talk to the other soldiers or when you’re holding me at night. I’m having a hard time picturing our future. Some of that is still worrying that you’re going to try to put me in a role I don’t like. But mostly, it’s because I’m struggling to imagine the community you’re envisioning. Both of those things will get better once we’re there, though.”

He dipped his head and kissed me tenderly, one hand in my hair and the other cupping my jaw. It was sweet and conveyed a gentleness he rarely showed. I loved it, but I wanted that edge too. So I lowered my hand, brushing over his hip and down his thigh. When I came up again and brazenly cupped his scrotum, his fingers clenched in my hair.

I nipped his bottom lip.

He pulled back and stared down at me.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he said roughly.

“I’m not yours,” I said. “I’m my own. But I’m willing to share if you’re willing to play nice.”

My hand gently massaged him then drifted up. My fingers struggled to encompass his girth as I slicked my palm up and down his engorged length.

His mouth crashed down on mine, and he kissed me with an intense hunger I’d never felt before. It robbed me of breath and stole all rational thought. I stroked him with one hand and clung to him with the other as he gave me what I’d been craving.

The hand cradling my jaw disappeared, and the heat of his palm seared my breast a moment later. I groaned into his mouth, and my hand faltered in its work. He growled and nipped my lip as his hips jerked forward, thrusting into my hold. His hunger fed my own until all I could think about was how much I wanted the man.

He turned us, and the barely warmed wall hit my back before he tore his mouth from mine.

“Andie,” he growled. “I don’t share, and I’m struggling to be patient. Tell me what you want from me.”

“Your trust,” I said. “Let go. Give me a chance to show you I’m not going to run away.”

He growled low but eased his fingers from my hair. I nudged him back. He reluctantly gave me room and allowed me to turn us so his shoulders blocked the shower spray. His compliance was a direct result of my hand still wrapped around his impressive size.

I looked down at it, the purple-grey hue dark against my skin.

“Andie,” he said again. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“It’s a good thing you’re a patient man,” I said. Before he could grab my hair again, I sank to my knees and looked up at him.

“I don’t want to be owned, Molev. I want to be cherished for who I am.”

Molev’s eyes narrowed at me, but I wasn’t worried. I had him right where I wanted him.

CHAPTERTWO

“You knewI wouldn’t be okay doing anything in the tent,” I said, stroking both my hands up his shaft to his swollen head. “Same applies here. No noise to give away what we’re doing, okay?”

“What are we doing?” he asked.

“This.”

I opened my mouth and licked what I was toying with. He hissed out a breath, and his hands cradled my head. My tongue circled the crown before I fit it into my mouth. Barely. He was huge, and I couldn’t even grin as I sucked gently. He groaned softly, and his hands fisted into my hair.

Pulling back, I smiled up at him. “I like when you take control. Just a little.”

His molten gaze held mine.

“Open,” he said roughly.

I did and took him into my mouth. He thrust shallowly, and the snarled sound that erupted from him was everything. It lit up that fight or flight signal that somehow also tripped my libido.

On his next thrust, I pushed forward, willing him deeper. He made another angry sound and thrust again and again.

Then he was coming, flooding my mouth, so I had no choice but to swallow or choke on it. I did some of both as he continued to guide my movements with his fingers twisted in my hair.

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