He swallows hard, and the pupils of his green eyes dilate as he stares at me,. “It’s all I want.”
“I want that for you too.” For the past two weeks, he’s been walking on eggshells around me, and even though I’m grateful for what he’s done, I want more of him. “I want to be the one that makes you happy, Malcolm.” I raise up on my tiptoes and softly brush my lips against his. His mouth doesn’t respond right away, but his fingers grip my waist harder.
I press my lips harder against his, and finally, with a harsh sound puffing out of his mouth, he pulls me closer to him. His kiss is consuming and burns any thought out of my head. I knew we’d be good together but finally, having his mouth on mine only lets me know that we’re meant to be together. I push my hips up toward his and can feel just how hard he is through his pants. He wants me, he may not want to say anything, but there’s no denying the way his body is reacting to me.
My head gets light from lack of air, and I pull away, only for him to continue peppering kisses down my jaw and neck.
“Mmm, Malcolm,” I moan while I lean my head farther away, allowing him to have more access to my neck.
His hands grip my hips hard before they push up and under my shirt. His fingertips graze over one of my scars, and in that instant, I feel his body freeze up. The kisses lose all their passion as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice-cold water over the both of us.
He kisses me one more time on my neck, and then he presses his lips to mine. “I have a few things to take care of. I’ll be in the back for a little while. Let me know if you need anything or if I have to get anything for the bunnies.”
Talk about rejection. My hands slide down off his shoulders, and I step back. “Yeah, no problem,” I say with a tight smile on my face. Not that I needed to. Malcolm hasn’t bothered to look at me.
He nods, turns, and walks away without another word.
I watch him for a second before I flop down on the couch. My body feels like it’s on the very edge. I didn’t think it would be possible for me to want someone sexually after everything that happened with Dimitri, but every last part of my body knows that Malcolm would never hurt me like that. He’s everything that I want in a man except for the fact that he doesn’t want me.
I squeeze my thighs together, trying to get some relief from the ball of pressure that has settled in the center of my core. I don’t know what to do about him or my feelings for him, for that matter. Either he wants to be with me, or he doesn’t. I just wish he’d hurry up and tell me.