end up in prison for something he wasn't responsible for or how you were driven to kill two people. I can't begin to imagine the circumstances, but I do know you. I also know situations can turn bad quickly, and if it was choosing between losing your life or killing someone else, I'm glad you're alive because I don't think I could face a day without you."
Dizzy with the outburst and finally getting everything out that had weighed heavily on her mind since he'd told her the truth about Uncle Walker's incarceration, tears welled up in her eyes.
"Despite the horrific outcome, Uncle Walker is alive. Someday, he'll have his freedom back, and he'll be a part of my day-to-day life." She swallowed through the lump of emotions, constricting her throat. "I will also have you. If you still want me."
"There was never any question." He unzipped his jeans.
She kneeled in front of him, unlacing his boots. Straightening, she took in the sight of him, stripping all his clothes off. She crossed her arms to rub the goosebumps off her skin. Like him, his cock stood proud and dominating, intent on one thing.
He held out his hand. For how violent and desperate they'd felt arriving home, the opposite happened.
His touch softened. His breathing slowed.
Her body quivered. Her stomach warmed.
She slipped her hand in his and found herself shaking with how much she loved him.
Pulling her close, he raised her hands above her head and held them in one of his. With his free hand, he circled her breast with his finger. His gaze locked on her chest. Her nipple hardened under his command, the thrill traveling up her spine.
Holding still, letting him touch her, she watched him. He always looked at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. She felt loved and cherished. Wanted.
He backed her up to the wall, pinning her hands above her head. Her stomach fluttered, knowing how he liked her in that position, knowing she couldn't get away.
And, because he had to hold her, he couldn't leave.
He leaned in and kissed her neck, working his way to her mouth. Hovering in front of her face, he held back from kissing her.
"We'll make it right," he whispered. "We'll go together to talk to Walker."
Her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't love him more.
He slid his hand between her legs, widening her thighs. That first smooth caress against her clit rolled throughout her body. She curled her hands into fists. Her fingernails dug into her skin. It was so easy for him to touch her. It was excruciating not to touch him back.
Yet, selfish. Wonderfully selfish to admit that she craved his touch and never wanted him to stop.
He teased her mouth with his lips as his finger caressed her clit on the left side of the small nub. It hadn't taken him long to figure out what drove her crazy and heightened her orgasm.
Her core tightened, and she thrust her hips forward with his movements. She brought her leg up, trying to hook it around him. Her body craved his cock. She wanted him to fill her. Make her feel the strength of him.
He moved his head, putting his lips on her ear. "You want me?"
"Yes." She cried out, arching her back, trying to get closer. "Please."
"I'm going to make you shout, so the whole damn world can hear my name from your lips."
She nodded eagerly.
He lowered her hands, letting go, and quickly turned her around. Guiding her hips, he brought her ass closer, leaned her forward, and raised each of her arms, planting her palms against the wall in front of her.
"Don't move." He trailed his hand down her spine, following the line of her vertebra, all the way to her tailbone. His rough finger slid through her wetness.
Her back arched as if her body knew what she wanted. She stared at the wall, anticipating where he'd touch her next, and he slid his finger in her pussy.
Time lost all meaning. She was the tiniest seed, growing at a rapid pace into a vibrant flower.
He removed his finger and replaced it with the tip of his cock. Holding her hips, he plunged into her hard enough, she went up on her toes. Her head came back, and she moaned.
Even her hips moved against him in like-minded rhythm.
She responded to the hard, grinding plunges with an urgency of her own. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she lowered her head between her arms.
His