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But the thought is persistent. And the more time passes, the louder it becomes.Just one little peek. One look and you can shut the thing right off.
I know it’s dangerous. I’m an addict and she’s the drug I can’t quit. It’s just that nothing has ever felt as good as being inside her. I’ve never lost myself so completely as when I’m there, sharing breath, skin to skin, her eyes locked on mine and mine on hers. I have no idea why. And as pretty as she is, I can’t credit those beautiful eyes or those rosebud lips.
It’s everything else about her that draws me in. Her laugh when she sees something funny. Her smile when I deign to say something halfway decent to her. That soft melody of her voice when she’s trying to calm Lev down.
Thoseare the things I think about when I crave her.
I end up in front of the monitor, my hands gripping the edges of the desk hard as they crackle to life. Despite how late it is, she’s still up, lying in bed on her stomach with a book.
I don’t even watch her that long before my will crumbles. With vodka still burning down my throat, I stalk to the basement like an animal ready to be uncaged.
Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t do it.
It’s a steady refrain that keeps going—right up until I turn the lock on the door and push it open. She shoves herself upright, eyes wide and alarmed.
“Uri…?”
Just the sound of my name on her lips is balm for my soul. I shut the door and walk toward her, wondering how to even begin to explain my presence here.
Alyssa takes one look at my face and frowns. “Are you okay?”
Her eyes lower to my arms and that’s when it hits me—my hands are curled into fists as though I’m ready for a fight. Little does she know, I alreadyamfighting.
Fighting demons I can’t reach.
Fighting a past I can’t change.
She climbs out of bed slowly and my pulse quickens. She’s not in her usual oversized pajamas. She’s wearing a tiny pair of light blue shorts and a tight tank top that makes it very obvious there’s no bra beneath.
“Uri…” she murmurs again, taking a few tentative steps towards me.
Even as I chide myself for coming here in the first place, a part of me is aware of the fact that there was no stopping it. This shit was inevitable. As unstoppable as a runaway train.
She waits for me to say something, but when I offer her nothing, she keeps inching closer until she’s standing right in front of me. She doesn’t look angry or annoyed. She should, but she doesn’t. The pinch of her eyebrows and the downward tilt of her mouth tells me she’s concerned.
With her eyes fixed on my face, she reaches out and takes my hand. I flinch but she ignores me. Her fingers tighten around mine.
My God, does that feel good. Better than it ought to.
“Something’s wrong.” It’s not a question.
Another step brings her close enough to feel every breath ghosting against my skin. Her chest rises and falls and her breasts brush against my torso. When she touches my forearm with her free hand, I flinch and grimace.
“I don’t know how to fix you, Uri,” she whispers tentatively. “I don’t know how to fix what’s broken in your life. But… maybe I can make you feel a little better. Just for now.”
She pushes herself up on her tiptoes and grazes her lips against mine. It’s the softest kiss I’ve ever had and it leaves me wanting more.
“That’s why you came to me, isn’t it?” she asks without a trace of accusation in her voice. “You wanted to feel better.”
When I don’t answer, she pulls me towards the bed and makes me sit down on the edge of it. She steps in between my legs, her hands falling against either side of my face. I look up at her, mesmerized by how fucking beautiful she is, how fucking ethereal she appears to be. She’s not of this world. Not ofmyworld.
But she’s here.
Her heat is prickling at my skin, pushing its way through my body, forcing out the anger and the cold. My hands go to her hips like they have a mind of their own.
Those eyes of hers bore down onto my face. But she doesn’t ask me anything else. She just lowers herself down to her knees in front of me and starts unzipping my pants. If I were more rational right now, I’d be asking myself how she knows exactly what I need. I’d be asking myself if this thing between us has gone so far now that it’s crossed a line into something else entirely.
But then her hand cups my cock and I stop thinking entirely. Her mouth finds my hardness and my mind is wiped blank. The last vestiges of anger disappear altogether.
