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“I promise to tell you if it comes true. How about that?”
“It’s an acceptable compromise. Should we shake on it?”
I shrugged a bare shoulder, nudging it against his. “Wearealready holding hands.”
He turned to prop himself up on one elbow. Like this, he could stare down at me, and I swear he looked at me with possession. Like I was already his, and in time, we might both come to that same conclusion.
Taking my other hand, he brought it up between us, pressing our palms together and stretching his fingers until we were fingertip to fingertip.
“I’ve figured it out,” he said.
“My wish?”
He shook his head. “Your love language.”
“Oh?” I was intrigued. “So quickly?”
He chuckled, low and deep, and the sound washed over me like a sun-warmed wave. This man was peeling back the layers of my heart so effortlessly.
“It’s touch, isn’t it?” he rumbled. “You feel loved when you’re touched. And you give love by touch. That’s why you resisted my offer so many times, and why your eyes go soft every time I brush my fingers over your wrist like this.”
He demonstrated by dragging the tips of his fingers down my palm and over the delicate skin of my wrist. Warmth wrapped around my chest.
“And why you keep finding reasons to touch me too,” he continued.
My hand roamed up his chest where his shirt was open, as if he conjured the action with his words. It continued up his strong neck and over his jaw until my fingers curled in his dark hair.
Touching Malachi just felt right.
“You’re right,” I whispered.
His touch moved to my bare stomach. Habit had me nearly flinching away. It had only recently become a part of my body I could accept, and I’d vowed to show it love by not covering it with a swimsuit this summer.
But maybe letting Malachi show it love was even better.
“Yes, my girl likes the way I touch her. This was my wish, Maisy,” he admitted.
I blinked. “What was?”
He curled his palm around my cheek, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone. I had the feeling he was counting the freckles there by the intense way he stared.
“That this urge I had to connect with you, the way I’m drawn to you… that you feel it too.”
The answer slipped from my mouth before I could stop it. Not that I wanted to.
“I do feel it.”
He pressed his lips together, nodding once. “Good. Because I need you to feel this too.”
Slowly-- achingly slowly-- he lowered his mouth to mine, his lips brushing over it as soft as a sigh. No, that was me, sighing beneath him as I melted open for him to deepen the kiss.
And boy, did he ever.
Malachi plied my lips with his tongue, licking and sucking, before he dove in for a taste. Our tongues tangled in a sultry dance that had my mind swirling with desire. He tasted like a hot, hot night and moved like he was making love to my mouth. It was the single best kiss of my life, and when he pulled away leaving me breathless, I actually started to follow him for more.
I blinked, trying to get my bearings.
But he was right there again, kissing me hard, his hand at the back of my neck to keep me close. When I nipped his lip playfully with my teeth, he shuddered, breaking away again, but keeping our foreheads pressed together.
