Page 87 of All Along

She lifts my foot and yanks off my left boot. “I guess they could magically disappear in a paranormal romance. Vampires have lots of magical powers, too.”

She rids me of my other boot before pulling my jeans off of me.

“There. Much better.”

“You needed me without pants to give my thigh a massage?”

She points at my face. “You’re smiling and your dimple is out. I’m winning.”

She pushes my knees apart and scoots in between them. My cock hardens and lengthens at the sight. “Pretty sure I’m winning.”

“This is just a massage. It’s not foreplay.”

“Bunny, you have your hands on my naked skin. My cock doesn’t care if you’re giving me a massage or not.”

Her gaze drops to my cock and she licks her lips. I groan. “You’re not helping the situation.”

She bats her eyelashes at me. “What situation?”

“Vixen,” I mutter.

She giggles. “I don’t think muttering vixen is the deterrent you think it is. I’ve always wanted to be a vixen. The sexy heroine in my own story.”

I thread a hand through her hair. “Maya, you are the sexy heroine in your own story.”

She rolls her eyes and I tug on her hair. “Look at where you are.”

“I’m about to give you a massage.”

“No, Bunny. Look at where you are. You’re in this cabin with me with my pants down and my injury on full display. When I returned home a few months ago, I was determinedto become a hermit. I didn’t plan to leave the cabin except for physical therapy.”

“But you came to Nova’s baby shower.”

“Because I couldn’t help myself. I knew you’d be there and I wanted to see you. Just once to get my fix. I told myself once would be enough.”

“Until I badgered you to let me in.”

I grunt. “You stopped by a grand total of three times before my resistance crumbled.”

“Because your parents showed up.”

“Do you know how many times they showed up and I refused to let them in? More than a dozen.”

She gasps. “And you didn’t let them in?”

“Are you starting to understand the influence you have on me now?”

She nods to my hard cock. “I think I understand a bit of the influence.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I want to bury myself inside you until I don’t know where you start and I end, but it’s more than sex. You, Maya Jenkins, are my everything. You have no idea how I lived for your letters and care packages. How your funny stories and sweetness kept me going all these years.”

“It’s always been you, Maya. From the first time, I chased those bullies away and you stared at me with those whiskey eyes, you ensnared me.”

Her lips tremble and her eyes swell. “You ensnared me, too.”

“Good.” I nod. “Because you are never getting rid of me.”

“I’m never letting you go.”

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