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I find Sydney in the kitchen, sporting one of my plain white t-shirts. On her, the shirt falls teasingly to her upper thighs, and judging by her nipples poking through, she’s not wearing a bra.
My dick being the pervert he is, twitches awake.
Down, boy. At least say good morning first.
She looks up with surprise lighting her brown eyes. “Hey… I made coffee if you want some.”
There’s hope in her tone. Hope in her expression. Nervousness otherwise.
She’s still not sure where we stand. If I’d want her here right now.
I approach at a slow pace, never taking my eyes off her, aware my presence feels dominating. I take over the second I’m around.
Sydney’s no small, shrinking violet—she’s got inches and curves on her and plenty of confidence to last her a lifetime, but there’s no comparison once I’m invading her space. I eclipse her easily, stopping in front of her, and taking the mug she’s holding.
Her coffee. My coffee now.
Ours.
I swallow a sip and then swoop in, dropping a kiss on her round cheek. “How’re you feeling?”
She takes a second to find her voice. “More rested. You?”
“Same. ’Cept I’ve got this bitch of an ache in my side and can’t figure out why.”
A gradual smile brightens her pretty face. She bites down on her bottom lip and says, “Beats me. You’d think you were shot or something.”
I’m grinning looking down at her, holding her gaze, hovering my mouth over hers. There’s an amused wave that rides between us trading our little jokes, but there’s more too.
I glide a hand along her elbow, a gentle caress that’s unlike my natural, but communicates what I want it to—the closeness between us. The bond that I’ve started feeling with her. That she needs to understand.
“I was being serious,” I rasp before tasting her lips in a brief kiss. “You good, Syd?”
She hesitates a second. “Depends. Do you want me here? I can leave.”
I set the mug down on the counter and invade more of her space. My body against her body. My chest, my hips, my arms brush against her and then around her. I want to consume this woman in every sense of the word. For her to understand with no doubt in her mind that she’s mine and mine only.
That she’ll never have to ask if she should be here.
Because she’ll know that her place is by my side at all times.
I can hear her breaths shallow as her eyes darken with desire. As they zero in on my mouth. She’s as tempted as I am, as overwhelmed by the simplest physical contact.
But this is more than that. Recent events made me realize that truth I’ve spent weeks denying.
I curl my fingers along the side of her throat and bring her lips to mine for another greedy kiss. She sways into me, as if suddenly forgetting how to stand on her own, but really, it’s a way of seeking me out. Confirming I’m here to catch her.
I do by showing her. My arms enclose around her and our lips caress and slide. We stand in place and take in the moment.
“Syd, you’re right where you belong,” I say, after our kisses, once I’m done sucking on her bottom lip and feeling the softness of her mouth. I hold her to me by the hips, tamping down the intense urge to possess her in every sense of the word. “Syd, you’re fucking mine, okay?” I tell her, my patience wearing thin. “I’m a Steel King… but you’re my Queen. My god damn old lady whether you realize it or not. I’m not giving you a choice ’cuz I want you that much.”
Her kissable lips break apart in a smile and she leans slightly away. “I don’t have a choice?”
“Hell no. You’re fucking mine.”
“Mace—”
“You’re. Fucking. Mine.”
