Page 66 of The Rusalka and Mr. Right

“But a damn sexy throw rug.” Kev nuzzles his face into my neck and follows up with a kiss. “I smell like hospital. Gotta change.” He cups my face, then wriggles his hands through my hair. “Good swim?”

“All afternoon. Well—except for a little lunch break.” We exchange a smirk, remembering the lunchtime quickie that we shared.

“You sure you’re going to be okay staying in Pine Ridge all winter? Are the pools at the college and gym enough? Will the river be too cold?”

“I am used to much colder. As long as I have a good soak every other day, I’ll be fine.”

Kev licks his lips, worry on his features. “What if we’re snowed in? Like there’s a massive blizzard?”

“Sitting in the shower will work, love. Even lying in the snow until it melts would work in a true emergency.”

He nods, but the worry remains. “What if there’s—”

“Kevin. I will be fine. It would take me several days of complete dehydration to—to have a problem.” I cross my arms and give him a glare.

“Okay, okay. Don’t put me in a hammerlock—unless you want to try that later.” The smirk and wink are back, and my insides flutter.

“Go shower!” I prod his perfectly sculpted ass, biting my lip so I don’t bite him.

I LIKE THE WAY MARINAlooks in my hoodie. I like the way she snuggles up under my arm and the way her hand splays out on my chest, ring all shiny. Love the way she sleeps on me, breathing longer and slower than anyone I’ve ever seen—probably because she’s not quite human.

I’ll never believe she’s something bad. Not anymore. Not now. Not when I feel myself falling asleep beside her on the couch, everything peaceful—for now.

“HUH?”

“Shh. You need your sleep, proper sleep in a bed,” Marina whispers.

I’m picked up, clumsily at first, then smoothly slung across her back, my arms dangling over shoulders as I snort myself awake. My legs scramble around her hips, trying to find the floor.

No dice. Marina shrugs me up like a heavy backpack, puts me on the bed, and clambers in after me.

Kinda sexy that she’s so strong.

Even half-asleep, my junk is now completely awake. “You—uh— You hungry?” I rasp.

“I don't need to eat,” her throaty chuckle dances inside my half-sleep brain, adding a delectable sensual note to the fog I’m gloating in. “But I’ve been thinking about how much I love being with you. Being the one to sleep beside you. Wake up with you.”

Her hand scoops my cock out of the confines of my sweats, and I moan as a long, winding tongue caresses it, slippery spit coating me at once.

I force my eyes open to see her leaning over me, glinting eyes, the sharp rows of teeth, and the serpentine tongue.

Nightmare creature, right?

She slurps around my cock, and we moan as one.

Mm, no. She’s my dream come true.

WHAT SHE STARTS, Ifinish, just as my alarm starts to go off at five. I ignore it, swiping it away and lying back with my panting beauty, sheets tangled around our legs.

“What are you going to do today?” I ask, resisting the urge to spoon her and close my eyes.

Marina looks up at me with a lazy, satisfied smile. “Well, once my legs work again, I will go into town. A... A few stops I have to make. I was thinking, too, that as much as I love Ian Kane—”

“Hm?” jealousy flares up.

“The one who owns the landscaping business, silly. As much as I love him and the people at the farm, I... I want something different. More human. This is my last century, my love. Which is perfect, because it means we will never be parted for long.”

“Shh. Skip that part.” I don’t want to think about losing her. There is no concept of apart when it comes to her and the way she owns my heart. She ninja’d her way in and took me over, body and soul. The best part is, I think it’s mutual.

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