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She doesn’t even know she belongs with me.

My hands come down on her upper arms, and drag her to me, her soft curves flush with my body when I say just that. “You belong with me, Ana, and you have from the moment we met. And I belong with you.” I kiss her hard and fast or that’s my intent.

I seem to have hit on exactly what she needed to hear and feel right now.

Because she melts into me, her arms hooking under my shoulders, her breasts pressed to my chest, and her mouth against mine, a desperation that bleeds into me, feeds more of the same in me. I cup her head, deepening the kiss, drink her in, and feel the pull of hunger inside and between us that defies our circumstances because it’s about loss. And there’s just too much fucking loss in our lives right now. I swear I’d carry her someplace private and bury myself inside her if it weren’t for one icy reality. Kurt might be a distraction, with an attack to follow.

With agonizing effort, I tear my lips from hers, and say, “The security system.”

“It’s on. We’re all clear.”

Any relief I feel from this news is my certainty none of this ends until things get bloody. All the more reason I need to be right with Ana. “Then we need to go somewhere we can be alone, baby.”

She nods and pushes out of my arms, wetting her lips with her delicate little tongue, before she rotates and is already moving toward the stairs that lead to the master bedroom.


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