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Worrying at my bottom lip, I finally looked into his eyes and my breath hitched at the open expression of longing I saw there.

No, I didn’t think a man who looked at me like that was a danger to me. Well, not physically anyway. My heart however, that was another matter.

As if reading my thoughts, Marko pulled me close and kissed the top of my head.

“You’re safe here with me, honey,” he murmured against my hair. “Let’s take a nap, then we can talk,” he said, putting his arm around my waist and leading me through the hall.

I had expected him to take me back to the guest room, but instead, he led me into his own. My heart pounded as he pulled back the covers, and though I knew I should have protested, I stayed silent. The thought of being alone right now felt unbearable. He gently instructed me to get in, closing the curtains before slipping into bed beside me.

Fatigue washed over me, a heavy, undeniable wave. Marko pulled me close, and I nestled into his embrace, the warmth of his body providing a comfort I needed. A deep sigh escaped my lips as my eyes fluttered shut. Whatever the future held, I would face it later. For now, I burrowed deeper into his arms and allowed sleep to take over.

CHAPTER 12

MARKO

SATURDAY AFTERNOON – TIME TO TALK

My senses were filled with warmth and a delicious scent as I slowly came awake. It felt good waking up with Melissa snuggled close to me. Having her beside me brought me a peacefulness I hadn’t felt since I was a child. I sighed in contentedness, but didn’t open my eyes, not wanting that blissful moment to end yet.

Little Miss Pouty Lips was draped across my chest, one leg over mine, and it struck me how well she fit next to me. Breathing deeply and taking in Melissa’s citrusy scent made my cock awaken. She shifted slightly and I could feel her watching me. I let my eyelids flicker open, a slow smirk spreading across my face when I saw her staring back at me.

“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m going to have to do something about it, and while I would love to keep you in bed with me for the rest of the day, we have things to talk about, and you also need to deal with what has happened to your home,” I told her in amusement, although I was kind of hoping she kept staring so I could make good on my threat.

Down, boy! I told my cock as he jumped in agreement with my thoughts.

Melissa cleared her throat and with a small smile, pulled out of my embrace, and I couldn’t help the sudden feeling of loss now that she was no longer in my arms.

“You’re right, we need to talk. Then I need to contact my insurance company and deal with everything,” she said.

Melissa’s teeth sank into her lip as silence enveloped her, her thoughts visibly swirling behind her eyes; a vulnerability settled over her features. Reaching out, I pulled her close, hugging her tightly. I understood. The weight of her recent losses, of first her father and now her home, was palpable.

“Hey, I’m sorry about what happened. I know this must be very difficult for you, but I am here and happy to help so you don’t have to feel alone or overwhelmed,” I told her, wanting her to know that I meant what I said.

“Thanks,” she said, her smiling reaching her eyes this time, before giving me a quick peck on the cheek then climbing out of bed.

“Can I grab another shower?” she asked.

“Sure, sweetheart. You use the one in here, and I’ll take one in the other room. But wait a minute, and I’ll get you something else to wear,” I told her.

Melissa had gone to bed in the clothes I had given her earlier, but I always slept in the buff. Her eyes widened and her cheeks flamed at the sight of my naked body walking towards her. I bit back a smile. Considering what we had done earlier in the kitchen, I hadn’t expected her to be so shy, and I found it endearing.

After opening the wardrobe, I deliberately lingered there for a few seconds longer than necessary, hoping she was checking out my bum.

A smirk tugged at my lips for being so vain. Normally, I wasn’t, even though I worked hard to stay in shape. My whole family did; we needed to be ready to fight for our lives, making fitness a necessity rather than vanity.

However, I found that I really wanted Melissa to like my physique. Her opinion of me mattered more than anything at that moment, more than I cared to admit, actually. I wanted her to feel the same attraction for me I felt for her. That was the most important thing to me right then.

“You can wear the shorts again and this T-shirt until we sort out some proper clothes for you,” I told her, handing her the T-shirt. My smirk increased when I saw that she had indeed been checking me out and from the look on her face, she liked what she saw. I mentally high-fived myself.

Wither her face aflame, Melissa quickly grabbed the T-shirt, mumbled, “thanks,” and turned to leave. Before she could, I grabbed her and planted a quick, chaste kiss on her mouth. I wanted to do so much more than that, but if I did, I wouldn’t get any answers today, and unfortunately, with her life in obvious danger, I needed to.

So rather than pushing her down on the bed and taking her the way I wanted to, I took a cold shower instead. It did nothing for my libido because all I could think of was her—how she tasted when I kissed her, how she responded to my touch, her moans of pleasure as I fingered her and how she felt surrounding my cock with her tight wet pussy.

My thoughts tortured me as the freezing water battered off my hard-on, adding to the painful pressure instead of relieving it. Sighing heavily and wishing I had given in to my needs and taken my Little Miss Pouty Lips back to bed, I instead took the source of my discomfort in hand and quickly relieved myself, knowing I wouldn’t be able to function properly otherwise.

Eventually, after I had got myself back under control, I dried off and headed into the kitchen where I could hear Melissa moving about.

Little Miss Pouty Lips was boiling the kettle when I arrived, so I took over and made some coffee and sandwiches while she contacted her insurance company. Afterwards, we sat down to eat. I watched her intently as she nibbled on her lunch, lost in thought.

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