Page 43 of Stealing His Christmas Present

“Are you crazy?” she shouted as she pushed her wet hair out of her eyes.

I laughed and dove toward her, winding my arms around her.

“Maybe I am,” I said as I held her to me, our faces only inches away.

Her lips parted, as if she was about to say something, but she didn’t say a word. Instead, her gaze lowered to my arms and chest.

“You have more,” she said as she traced her finger over the tattoo on my arm.

And my scar.

If it wasn’t for my tattoos, I’d be full of scars. That was why I preferred tattoos, but they were still not enough to cover all the scars.

I could barely breathe because she was running her finger over my rugged skin so gently. No one had ever touched me like that before.

It was different. Nice.

I wasn’t used to someone touching me and not inflicting any pain in the process.

Bending my head, I brought my lips toward hers.

I expected her to turn her head away, but she didn’t.

She just kept looking at me.

I pressed my lips against hers, and her mouth responded to mine.

And then, I couldn’t control myself anymore.

I didn’t want to.

My hands roamed her body, and I cupped her ass as I deepened our kiss. She let out a choked moan as I kept kissing her with an almost bruising force.

She was mine now.

Claudia was mine.

And we’d be finally both getting exactly what we wanted.

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