Page 69 of Hard Wired

“I trust you.” If anyone could actually help him, he believed it was Sylvie. “If you can honestly say you trust me.”

She caressed his cheek. Her blue eyes studied him. Sylvie pulled his head lower, so their noses touched. “I want to trust you. So I will.”

Her lips met his, softly at first. Their tongues brushed. Their kisses grew hotter, deeper, more intense. Not angry. Not like before.

Dominic thought of the way Sylvie had played the violin. His hand traveled down her body, firm but gentle, relishing every inch of bare skin.

“Come to my room,” he said. “Spend the night in my bed.”

“I want that. Want you.”

Arousal sped down his vertebrae.

It meant a lot to him that she’d said she trusted him, even if he hadn’t given her much reason to. She trusted him simply because she chose to. He intended to live up to her show of faith.

He was choosing to trust her, too, because he couldn’t bear the alternative.

To so many people, he was the bad guy. But he’d never wanted that. Especially not with Sylvie. This was his defiance of all the ugliness and cruelty he’d seen in his life—to be sweet and tender and real with someone else, and to get the same in return.

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