Page 64 of In Death, Love Survives

He slowly starts to reach for my face, and I close my eyes in anticipation. His rough, calloused hand starts to caress my cheek, as if I really am his porcelain doll he’s afraid to break.

“Are you afraid?” he rasps.

I inhale as my eyes snap open.

I’m staring at Wolfe as the man he has the potential to be, and not who he is in this exact moment.

“No. No, I’m not.”

Wolfe rocks his head slightly as he continues to stroke my cheek.

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

“Then take me as yours.”

The desire between us is palpable, and I know the tension is about to snap. Once it breaks, that really is it for us. It meansthat we’re in this together. This push and pull, back and forth, the games we’ve played, they all come down to this moment.

He’s waiting for me to make the decision… the final call that will change the trajectory of our lives.

The desire within Wolfe is set ablaze at my words, yet I still sense a feeling of hesitation. I’m a good girl to him, unlike his life back home.

“Nothing good will come from being with me. Everything about your life will change.”

I square my shoulders back and inhale deeply, trying to steady my racing heart.

“I want you to ruin me.”

That’s all the permission Wolfe needs, as one of his hands grips my chin, and he tilts my head upward.

“You’re mine.”

“And you’re mine,” I murmur.

Wolfe lowers his face and teases his breath near my mouth. Goose bumps erupt along every inch of my skin.

I’ve surrendered to Wolfe Walker.

Wolfe places gentle, unsure kisses on my lips. I want to deepen them immediately but let him set the pace, as much for him as for me. I have little experience with men, and I know Wolfe has a more seasoned background with women, one I’d rather not think about in this moment.

He kisses me once more and then lays his forehead against mine. With a ragged breath, he lifts his forehead off and leans in to kiss me fully.

Sparks fly as he starts to consume my mouth like it’s his dying breath. My hands shoot up to his hair as I undo the bun. Tossing his thin hair tie to the ground, I tangle my hands in it. I’ve been craving to touch it—touch him—since our first meeting.

Wolfe deepens the kiss as he grips my face and pulls me closer. I gladly take every punishing bit of it.

Breathless, he pulls away slightly but still holds onto my face.

“Nova, baby, lock your door.”

Without question, I pull out of his hold and lock the door as quietly as I can.

Walls may be right outside of it. Before he shut the door, he looked at me like he was worried for me. Hopefully, I’m reading more into that than I should be.

Wolfe takes my hand in his, and it feels like this is where my hand is meant to be forever. He leads me to the back of my desk.

He holds onto my hips and hoists me up onto the surface. As I position myself in the center of it, he kicks my desk chair to the side and out of the way.

My skirt naturally hikes up my thighs as I spread my legs apart to fit his broad frame. As Wolfe positions me inside his hold, I’ve never felt safer. His muscular arms, which are corded and strong, tell a story of a man all on their own.