Finally.Finally.
His mouth is demanding. Possessive. Desperate. Like he’s been starving for two weeks, and I’m the only thing that can save him.
I kiss him back just as hard. Fingers in his hair. Nails scraping his scalp. Trying to get closer even though there’s no space left between us.
He groans into my mouth. One hand on my face. The other sliding down to my waist, spanning my hip, pulling me even tighter against him.
And God, I forgot how this feels. Howrightthis feels.
His arms around me. His chest against mine. Hishome.
“Ya lyublyu tebya,” he murmurs into my hair.
“Ya lyublyu tebya,” I whisper back.
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Anton
Ican’t stop kissing her.
Two weeks. Thirteen days. Three hundred and twelve hours since I’ve tasted her mouth. Since I’ve felt her body against mine. Since I’ve heard her say my name like I’m the only thing that matters.
I’m not letting go. Not yet. Not until I’ve memorized every sound she makes. Every breath. Every gasp.
Her fingers are in my hair, nails scraping my scalp, and Christ—I’ve missed this. Missed her. Missed the way she kisses me like she’s trying to crawl inside my skin.
I pull back. Force myself to stop before I take her right here in the fucking car.
She’s breathing hard. Lips swollen. Eyes glassy. Pupils blown wide.
Beautiful. She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at her.
“Inside,” I say gruffly. “Now.”
Before she can respond, I’m reaching for her. Sliding one arm under her knees. One behind her back.
Lifting her out of the seat.
“Anton—” she starts.
“I’ve got you.” I adjust my grip, pulling her closer against my chest. “Always.”
She buries her face in my neck. Her breath warm against my skin. “You’re really here.”
“I’m really here.”
I close the car door with my hip. Start walking toward the private elevator. The underground garage is empty. Good. I don’t want an audience for this.
Her body molds against mine perfectly. Soft everywhere a woman should be soft. Curves that fit my hands like they were made for me.
“You’re heavier,” I say quietly.
She tenses immediately. “I—”
“I love it.” I tighten my arms around her. Need her to understand. “You feel real. Solid. Like you’re supposed to be here.”
“How much heavier?” Her voice is small. Uncertain.
