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She yelped as his hands grabbed her by her ribs and he lifted her, tossing her onto the metal counter. The cold metal shocked her skin, but she didn’t have long to think about it as he pulled her to the edge, pushed her legs apart, and thrust inside of her in one quick motion. He filled her so fast, to such completion, that she dug her nails into his back to hold on as he began to move inside of her.
Except it wasn’t rough and primal as she had expected. He pulled out and then slid back in slowly, taking his time, as rough hands moved over her back with a feather-light touch. Mila wrapped her legs around Hayden, enabling him to sink further into her until her breasts pressed up against his hard chest and nothing could come between them. This is what she wanted, for nothing to come between them. Not Vance, and not whatever demons Hayden had in his past.
His hands continued exploring her flesh as he eased in and out of her. Her hips moved with his, even as the orgasm rising within her threatened to explode. She wasn’t ready to let go of him. She wiggled side to side, destroying the rhythm and the orgasm.
“Let it happen,” he whispered, his warm breath pushing her hair aside.
She followed his lead, not because she needed his permission or even wanted it, but because she trusted him like she had never trusted before. The orgasm crashed through her body, making her squeeze his cock, drawing out a roar along with his orgasm.
His mouth slumped against hers, his tongue battling with hers, vying for dominance as he continued to pulse inside of her. When he finally slid out of her, she held back the whimper, the sense of loss.
Her shifter had noticed her distress, and he immediately tipped her chin up, black eyes locking with hers. “You’re perfect, my Mila. Don’t ever think otherwise.
Chapter Eleven
HAYDEN
There really were no words to describe what Mila meant to him. He had always heard others talk about their soul mates, and he had thought it nothing more than kind words, a way to describe a close bond.
With Mila, Hayden finally understood what others had. She completed him. His soul had been empty, a mere shell before her. Now she had become a part of him, giving him a strength he never knew he could have. No problem was too great as long as he had Mila beside him. Despite all she had been through, she had done more than survive. His Mila was a fighter. She wasn’t one to give up, and that’s what he needed in his life; someone to help him fight, to have faith and never give up.
Hayden lifted her off the counter. Her green eyes were sparkling, and her skin was flushed. He cupped her cheek. “One of these days, I’m going to show you that I can be tender too.” Never had he seen anyone so beautiful and giving not only challenge him like that buttrusthim.
Her hands covered her mouth as she laughed. Sweet, sweet music, her laughter. He couldn’t help smiling. Apparently, all was forgiven. He picked up her clothes and started placing them right side out as he set them down on the counter for her.
“Sorry about the worktable,” he said as he slid it back into the center of the room.
She noticed the big dent in the middle of the table, and she started laughing all over again.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“I’m thinking about how I’m going to explain that to Anna. That was her workstation.”
Hayden grinned. “Tell her all the details you want. I’m not shy.”
“I can see that,” she said as he continued strutting around naked.
He eased the sweater out of her hands and set it aside as he pulled her into his arms and pressed his length against her.
Beautifully expressive green eyes widened. “You’re ready again?”
“For you, always.”
“Oh, how I’d like to take you up on that offer,” she said as she wiggled free, found his pants and tossed them to him. “But I have to get back to the lab. Anna and I are supposed to start packing now that this place is ready.”
Hayden slipped his pants on but left them unzipped as he watched her turn on the water only to realize she didn’t have any towels. “I’ll have to come back with the cleaning supplies and well, tidy up.”
“Metal counters are quite convenient.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
His heart squeezed and he must have been showing it on the outside for she came over and slid her hand into his. In a soft voice, she said. “I only meant that once we get set up in here, this place is off-limits to anything your wicked mind can think up. Some of these experiments take weeks, even months, so we can’t afford any tables being upended or even bumped.”
Hayden relaxed.
“What’s bothering you? I mean, you’re not usually this insecure.”
No, he wasn’t, but after this business with Drake, his conversation with Damien, and now hearing what Mila had suffered, he wasn’t feeling too grounded about anything in his life. His entire world could come crashing down on him if he wasn’t careful. First and foremost though, he had to protect Mila. He’d tell Damien the truth about her, so she wouldn’t have to fear her place here. Then he’d figure out what to do about Drake.
