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She tried to shake her head, but her throat burned.
“You’re mine. My sweet Jami, you’ve always been mine.”
Fury filled her as her vision dimmed. Jami raised her foot and brought it down hard on Andrew’s knee. He cried out as that leg collapsed, but he didn’t release her, and Jami couldn’t breathe as his arm squeezed harder around her neck, bringing her down with him.
He groaned from her weight, but it was her gagging that changed his hold. His hands dragged her around to face him. “Are you hurt?” he murmured.
“Let go!” Jami brought her knee up hard into his groin.
He hissed in a breath as he finally released her, and she scrambled away, landing hard on her backpack, which she hadn’t even realized she’d dropped.
Andrew curled in on himself, clutching at his groin. She had the urge to kick him again because he looked so surprised, but the angle wasn’t right.
A shout came from the nearby doors, the ones she’d exited not long before. Her professor helped her to her feet, and she scrambled to put distance between her and her assailant. She dragged in a painful breath.
“Did this man attack you?” her professor asked, staring down at Andrew.
Jami nodded. “Yes. Call the police.”
Malcolmcameaswell.She’d called him. All she’d had to say was that Andrew was there, and he’d come, only a beat behind the cops.
Andrew had sat huddled in on himself, waiting for them to arrive. He said little as Jami repeated what had happened to the officers on the scene. The whole thing felt awkward, and for solace and support, she leaned against Malcolm.
Andrew stared at Malcolm’s hand as it stroked her arm, but Malcolm didn’t spare him a glance, not even when Jami mentioned the knee to the groin. The idea of Jami giving as good as she got didn’t take away the hard edge his jaw had taken on, though, when she’d fumbled over describing how Andrew had grabbed her breast.
When she asked, the officer told her a restraining order was something the courthouse handled. She thanked him, but hadn’t caught the officer’s name. Malcolm used it before bundling her toward his truck.
“You knew him?” Jami asked, her legs feeling heavy as she tried to walk. She stumbled into Malcolm, who cursed and then lifted her in his arms. “I can walk,” she protested.
“It’s better for my arms to be full, or I’ll give in and go beat the shit out of Raneer again.”
Jami rested her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat pounding away. “Is it terrible that I kind of want you to?”
Malcolm’s arms tightened around her as his breath shuddered out. “You held your own,” he murmured, then continued toward the truck.
Being held by him took away the chill she’d been feeling, but in its absence, she began to feel drowsy. It wasn’t until after he buckled her in and set her backpack on the floor that she remembered. “My car is here.”
“We’ll get it tomorrow,” Malcolm promised. He drove them home in silence. She could still see that his jaw was clenched when it was lit by the streetlights.
He protested when she tried to slide from the truck, catching her against him again. Jami didn’t mind. She told him she was tired as she snuggled in his arms, but his heat was no longer making her drowsy.
When Malcolm lowered her to their bed, she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, pulling him down with her.
He shook his head, though he rolled to his back to pull her over him and cuddled her close. “You had a scare tonight,” he said.
The words were gruff, and a pulse flicked in his cheek. Jami’s lips found his chin before trailing up toward his ear. She loved the way he shuddered beneath her. “I need you,” she whispered in his ear before biting down, hard because he liked that pressure. His gasp was reward enough even before she worked her hands under his shirt, sliding them across his stomach.
He held his shirt down stubbornly. “Jami,” he began.
“You won’t deny me.” Her mouth shifted to his chest, where she bit his nipple even through the cotton. “You love me too much.”
He let out a laugh, some of his tension leaving even as he shuddered again under her next bite. “You never let me say it first.”
She stilled, sitting up as she frowned. “Does that bother you?”
His hands moved around to her back, slipping beneath her shirt to massage away a knot that she hadn’t realized she carried there. “No, as long as you know it’s true.”
“I know.” Jami lifted her shirt and camisole over her head, tossing them aside. When Malcolm didn’t reach for her, even though he’d developed a fetish for her breasts, she directed his hands. “Touch me.” She dragged his palms over her nipples, relieved at the familiar tightening she felt below. “Wipe how he felt away.”
