Page 150 of The Lineman

I was done.

Because his eyes were so full oftrust.

So full of want—not just for my body, but for me.

For Elliot.

For all of me.

What was I supposed to do with that? How could I take him in, accept him, become one with this beautiful man who so willingly offered himself?

My heart lurched so hard it felt like my ribs would crack under the weight of it, and for a second, I wanted to run, wanted to pull back, to crack a joke or distance myself from the way he was looking at me.

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

He’d cast a spell, and I was transfixed.

Even as my mind screamed at me to put my walls back up, my body knew better.

My body knew this was right.

Knewhewas right.

So I stayed.

I let my hands drift to his sides, down his stomach, feeling every inch of him, learning him like he had learned me.

Our clothes still separated us, but I didn’t care. We’d be naked soon. This wasn’t about flesh anyway. It was about hearts and minds.

I let my lips find his again, slow and deep and deliberate, letting him feel what I couldn’t say yet.

I let myself want him.

Fully.

Completely.

Without barriers. Without shields.

And when he moaned against my mouth, when his fingers tightened in my hair and his body arched into mine—

I let go.

Completely.

“Tell me what you want,” I growled.

Mike’s breath caught.

His hips shifted beneath me, and fuck, he was already so gone, already completely at my mercy.

But he still had enough presence of mind to smirk, his voice rough and teasing.

“You want me to tell you?”

I growled lower than any wolf in history, deep in my throat, pressing my weight down against him, pinning him completely beneath me.

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