“You have no idea what you do to me, Milene,” he whispers when he reaches my shoulder, and I tremble. “No f*****g idea.”
His lips meet mine, and I wrap my arms around his neck, squeezing him to me with all my strength. I don’t think he realizes how much he’s messed up my own mind. It’s scary. I don’t even know what I feel anymore. Am I in love with him? With this controlling, grouchy, closed-off man? Someone I haven’t even seen smile once in all the time I’ve known him? I’m afraid I am.
My hands travel down his neck and over his shoulders to rest on his chiseled chest, and, without breaking the kiss, I throw my leg over his waist and move so I’m seated on top of him.
“I want to make love to you,” I say into his lips and feel him go still under me. “Will you let me?”
When I open my eyes
