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“Stop.”
“What?” she challenged, barking out a bitter laugh. “Too much for you? You can’t handle it? Imagine all of that shit in your head twenty-four-seven, every day of your life. Tack on an injury that makes you limp and gives you pain, makes it impossible to do the kind of things other people your age do. Like going on hikes or simply just taking walks around the city. Dancing at a club? Yeah, right. What happens if my leg suddenly goes numb and gives out? Swimming? With ugly scars? I haven’t gotten near a pool without wearing a full-length cover-up in years. I will always be different. And tonight… tonight reminded me that we’ve been living in a bubble this week. It’s not reality, Magnus. We are not the same, and one of us has to remember that.”
I did the only thing I could think to do. I wrapped my arms around her, even as she squirmed and muttered, cursing me. “Leave me alone!” she demanded, all of her pent-up frustration overtaking her.
“I won’t.”
She tried to shove me away, only this time, it was half-hearted. Like it had taken all the strength she had to get the words out. “Please, Magnus,” she begged in a broken whisper, hanging her head. “Please, let me go.”
“Is that what you really want?”
The soft, heartbroken whimper that worked its way out of her was a hand reaching into my chest and tearing out my beating heart. She leaned against me, trembling in my arms. All I could do was hold her. “I’m sorry. I know that doesn’t change anything, but I am. You didn’t deserve any of that.”
“That’s the thing.” There was a disbelieving laughter in her voice. “It feels like I did. It still feels like I did, even though I know you’re right. And then to see her? All it did was remind me of who I’ll never be.”
“I have a newsflash for you.” I stroked her hair, my eyes closed, wishing I could soak in her pain. It was so cruel, knowing it was there and being unable to take it away. “That’s a good thing. You don’t want to be like her.”
“Easy for you to say. She’s gorgeous and thin. Everything I’m not.”
“She is nothing.” Amazing how it took me so long to figure that out. “She’s empty. Hollow. There is nothing in her but a desire for all the things she’ll never have, all so she can fill up that emptiness. I never saw it before, not until I met you.” I had never spoken words like that to another person, man or woman. What a surprise—it didn’t kill me.
I could open up and live to tell the tale.
“I just don’t understand why you want me. So okay, you don’t want her, but there are so many others—”
I cut her off with a deep kiss that tasted like her tears. I was tired of hearing about what I could have when what I wanted was in my arms, real, warm, alive, and unwilling to kiss my ass or play games or be anyone but exactly who she was. To think, this precious creature who had been so hurt for so long trusted me to treat her well. It was humbling, overwhelming.
As our lips met, I could feel her body respond, her muscles relaxing, the tension in her dissipating.
I leaned into the kiss until she groaned and dropped her crutches with a loud clang when I carefully lifted her off the floor, my arms around her waist. I pressed her back to the window and shifted her hips to balance her as I pulled out my wallet to grab a condom. She wasted no time fumbling with my belt and dropping my pants so I could unroll the latex over my swollen dick.
Her breath hitched audibly as I lifted her, pinning her to the glass with my body and sliding her dress up to her waist. The thin scrap of lace covering her pussy tore when I gave it a vicious yank that made her gasp, then groan. “Magnus…”
“Yes,” I groaned out with my face between her tits. Fuck, she was sweet. I would never get enough of the scent, the taste of her, and her deep, throaty moans when I ran my tongue over her skin.
I expected her to hesitate about doing this against a window. Instead, she whispered four words. “Give it to me,” she groaned out while her fingers ran through my hair and her legs closed around my hips.
Her nails sank into my shoulders as I plunged into her—deep, so deep our bodies locked together. At first, it was enough to stay that way, staring into her eyes. I couldn’t make sense of what was happening inside me. In my head, my heart. There was a hunger that went way beyond lust. Something more profound, somethingmore.I didn’t just want her body. I wanted all of her, all the time. I wanted this feeling for the rest of my life. Gazing into the eyes of this woman, both of us were utterly vulnerable.
Seeing Leila should have shut me down, made me want to run away. Instead, she’d reminded me of everything I had found. Everything I needed.
“Please,” Evelyn whimpered, her chest heaving against mine.
“Please, what?” I whispered, my lips brushing hers until we both shuddered.
“Please, Magnus. Fuck me,” she demanded.
“Even though anybody could see us?”
A wicked smile tugged at her swollen lips. “I want them to.” With her arms wound around my shoulders, she touched her lips to my forehead, my cheek, and my jaw before whispering in my ear. “Make me forget. Just for a little while.”
I knew she only meant for now. That moment, wrapped together, pressed against the glass with the city stretched out before us. She only wanted me to help her forget then and there. But as I began to move and stirred the embers into an inferno, I felt a more profound truth at work.
If she let me, I would make it my life’s mission to help her forget any other woman existed.
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EVELYN
