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What Malice doesn’t know is that I had Trista grab a sexy purple bra and panty set when he wasn’t looking.
I can’t wait to show him.
My nerves jangle when I step into the hotel room. I’ve been alone with Malice for hours now, but this is… different. There isn’t anyone around, like at the clubhouse, to pound down the door or interrupt us before we get to the main event.
Sweat coats my hands as I drop my bag on the bed, and I turn to see Malice carry my suitcase and his own bag to the chair.
After turning in a circle, he moves to stand next to me and whistles. “This is fancy.”
“It is,” I agree. “Most of the time I prefer Stella to this, but since the showcase is in two days it’s easier to be here for practice. And the Blue Rose comps the room for me,” I explain with a shrug. “Plus, I love soaking in the tub and relaxing after a long day.” I know I’m rambling, but I can’t seem to stop. “We can order room service if you’re hungry, or we can go downstairs and eat in the restaurant.”
Malice cups my cheeks and leans close.
“Breathe, babe,” he encourages before bringing his mouth down on mine, silencing my sassy retort.
My body instantly reacts to the kiss. Hard nipples and thigh clenching are becoming normal for me where he’s concerned. Malice shifts one hand to my neck and tugs me closer while he snakes the other behind my back to grip my ass. I clench a fist in his shirt while our tongues battle for dominance.
When our breathing becomes labored, we break apart, and he drops his forehead to mine.
Fuck, I want this man.
As I take a step back, I suddenly remember something I’ve been meaning to ask him about.
“Grim mentioned something the other night,” I say, staring into his eyes.
“I can fucking imagine.” He chuckles. “What did he say?”
“He said youclaimedme.”
I shrug like it’s no big deal but…
“What does that mean?”
He said you claimed me.
My nostrils flare, her pupils dilate, and I suck in a breath as she stares at me expectantly.
What does that mean?
When I say nothing, her face falls, and that snaps me out of my stupor.
I thread my fingers through her hair at the nape of her neck and lean down so I’m at eye level with her.
“You like me, yeah?” Apple nods. “Claiming you is exactly what it sounds like,” I tell her, my tone full of grit and desire. “You’re mine and mine alone. I want you, Apple. All of you. And it doesn’t make a fucking lick of sense to me, and that’s scary as hell.”
“That sounds…” She kisses me lightly. “Scary andreallygood.”
Apple smooths her hands under my shirt and slides them over my abs to rest on my pecs. I crash my lips into hers, claiming her mouth as powerfully as I want to claim her soul. There’s no rhyme or reason behind how I feel about her, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to ignore it.
Trailing my fingers from her neck, down over her spine until I reach the hem of her shirt, I grip the material and pull it over her head. After tossing that to the floor, I deftly unhook her bra and drag the straps over her shoulders so they slide off her arms, revealing her perfect tits.
Apple’s lips still and she pulls back an inch to look me in the eyes. “Is this really happening?” she asks, her voice a breathless whisper.
“Only if you want it to,” I say.
Please, please fucking want it to.
Rather than answer with words, she jumps and wraps her legs around my waist, fusing her mouth to mine as she does. I carry her toward the bed, needing to get her naked, and when I lower her to the mattress, her legs fall and her knees part.
