Page 38 of Prince Charming

Anxiety crept in, coiling her stomach.

Would the past never let her move on? She was so fucking angry.

“Hey, don’t give that dick power over you, he knows jackshit.”

Taking a hard inhale, she leashed all those feelings as she was used to doing, turning to a concerned Tag. He looked murderous. And funnily, she felt more at ease because of it.

“Sorry.” She tried for a smile. “You’re a biker, you don’t need to see me blubbering.”

“I’m a man, darlin’, and no man worth a damn would ever see a woman crying and not break his back to make it right. So, let me make it right.”

“H-how will you do that?” The hiccups made their way up her windpipe.

“Let’s start by letting me hold you.”

Starved for affection, she all but fell into his chest, sighing over how good it felt to be held in competent arms.

She knew she was capable of looking after herself, but his care was intoxicating.

“Thank you.”

“Fuck, darlin’, it kills me when you thank me for the slightest thing.” He rasped thickly. She flicked her gaze up, discovering his chin dipped. If she were a stronger woman, she would have torn her glance away. Instead, she went on gazing at the bluest, most extreme eyes she’d ever seen.

The longing wasn’t disguised, and it swept the air from her lungs.

It rocked the earth under Marianna’s feet.

Longing. On. his. Face.

For her.

Awe. Hunger and surrender. So much lust it almost took out her knees.

Had she been blind all these months?

Yes. Yes, was the fucking answer.

It hit like a train when it came.

Arousal.

Fast and sticky, soaking her panties.

Marianna, for a second, didn’t know what to do in the headlights of those oh-so-blue eyes.

A greedy throb came unbidden and unwelcome.

Itwasunwelcomed,da?

She hadn’t felt this …anythingin forever. Never this strong.

Muttering in Russian, because her brain was mush and couldn’t translate, she took a needed breath and a step back.

It was like an out-of-body experience when she gravitated forward. Almost as if she were pushed by invisible hands. She stopped only when the heat of his bigger body radiated like a furnace through cloth and leather. And then, further shocking herself, Marianna went up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to the edge of his mouth.

Lingering on his stubble.

“Thank you for what you did for me back there. You were very gallant.”And sexy as hell.

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