Page 88 of Master of My Life

breast, his breath catching in his throat. She shifted and the back of his thumb touched her. He blinked

and took a gulp of air, trying to gain some semblance of control, but before he could, she wrapped her

arms around him and kissed him hard.

The bottom of his palm was so close to her breast. All he had to do was pivot it a quarter-inch

and he could take it into his hand.

He groaned as her tongue slid between his lips. She tasted of the wine from dinner. His tongue

slid against hers, thrusting oh-so-gently. A tiny movement and I can touch her . . . take her . . . She

moved again, against his hand. His thumb was so close to her nipple. She moaned as she thrust her

tongue into his mouth, teasing his . . .

No!

He tore his mouth away and stood, chest heaving and mind spinning. He sucked in deep breaths

and interlaced his fingers on top of his head as he strode across the room to the window. More than

anything, he wanted to walk back to her, throw her down on the couch, and fuck her senseless.

“We can’t, Sabrina,” he said, his voice as strained as his body. He didn’t trust himself to turn

around and look at her. “God knows I want to, but I love you too much to sacrifice it all now.”

Sabrina leaned forward, hands clenching the edge of the couch. Her heart pounded so hard her

temples throbbed in pain.

She stared at the floor, tears streaming down her face and dripping off her nose. He was right. He

loved her. She loved him. More than anything in the world, she wanted to marry him and be with him

forever.

She’d played with him, tried to seduce him. Guilt burned white-hot in her chest. She’d tried to get

her own way and had nearly destroyed everything. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“Why are you sorry?” The couch shifted as he sat down again.

“I tried . . . to get you to . . . be with me . . .” She closed her eyes and clenched her fists, digging

her fingernails into her palms. “I’m a temptress,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t tempt you.”

“Sabrina, you didn’t do this. It’s as much my fault as yours.” He kissed the trails of tears on her

cheeks. “Hey. It’s okay. Really.” She frowned and tried to shake her head. “Sabrina, you can’t seduce

me like an Immortal, remember?” He smiled. “You are a beautiful woman and I love you so much. I

want you more than any other woman I’ve ever wanted. And not because you’re Immortal. It’s

because you’re you. I love you.” He kissed her again and then pulled her into his arms.

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