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“I don’t think so.”

I could feel the heat of his body against my back and he carefully turned me around, but he didn’t give me any more space. Pinned with my back against the door and him looming over me, I could feel each breath he took rise his ribcage up and down.

Ivan cupped my jaw, tilting my head up.

“You dream about me every day?”

I nodded mutely, my eyes still averted, despite how pointless that was. This close, I could hardly escape him.

“Look at me. What do you dream?”

My mouth goes dry. “That you… kiss me.”

He pressed his hips against me, and I could feel the steely, hot length of his cock jabbing hard against my belly and my body shivered at the memory of everything he’d done to me.

My clit tingled like my body sensed the nearness of its mate. I was never going to get what he’d done to me in the bedroom out of my head, and I didn’t want to.

“Just kiss you?” His eyes were dark and dangerous, and I knew I’d gone too far to run away from this now, no matter where it took me.

“No.”

“No?”

“I know what I want, Ivan. I’ve always known. I want to be with you. Always”

CHAPTER 20

Ivan

Saturday morning, I was waiting outside the gates of the Oceana Complex for Becca after a week that had been far too long without her with me every minute of the day. At night we’d mostly talked on the phone, her at Mama’s place and me at mine. I’d walked her to work every morning, and pick her up every evening.

I was coming to realize that those snatched hours were never going to be enough. Today, we would spend together, and figure out all we had to.

I hadn’t wanted to go inside and stand there, not able to kiss her or take her hand in front of Mama.

Becca and I needed time alone together to figure out what we really wanted before we started dragging our families into it.

I wasn’t the man she thought I was. As much as I trusted Becca’s feelings for me, she didn’t know the whole truth of who I was, and she needed to know more than she did before I took her at her word.

One way or another she was going to be mine. I’d decided that the moment I kissed her. But I’d rather save Mama the worry if Becca couldn’t handle what I did. Whatever happened, I was going to bring her around to that, even kicking and screaming if I had to. I’d make her understand that the core of me was still the same, even if she rallied against it. Hurting me was one thing, but nobody was going to cause Mama more pain.

Weekend clothes for me were jeans and a casual shirt open over a tee. The shirt was essential when I wasn’t wearing a jacket.

Bratva business made it sensible to keep a gun on me, and I had the appropriate permit to carry concealed to make sure I never got into trouble over it. I was sensible enough not to use my service weapon, and I’d been provided with a Sig Sauer that couldn’t be traced back to me and I had it tucked away, neat at the side of my body. I was never without a gun.

It made a change to be out of my suit at least. It almost felt like I could be a regular guy.

I looked up to see Becca burst out of the door of the apartment building and even from here I could see her grinning fit to burst. She had on a pair of pale jeans that were so tight I had the urge to make her go back up and change, because I was popping a boner looking at her, even from this distance. Her loose, cropped top showed a flash of her midriff when she walked and my jaw was a solid ball of tension with every step she took.

I had no idea why she wanted a man like me when she could have taken her pick of any of the men in this city, but I was so damn glad she did. No one else was ever going to look at her the way I was looking at her right now, if I had my way.

She waved when she saw me, and fell into a run, bounding towards me like an excited puppy. I laughed as she barrelled into me and I pulled her up as she flung her arms around my neck, my hands on her ass so she could grip her slim thighs around my sides. Her eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

“I missed you,” she murmured and I let out a growl, tearing at her lips with my teeth. What this woman did to me I don’t think she even knew.

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