had wiped all the stress away and left her a limp noodle.
He turned her around and bent her over in front of him. She grabbed for the wall, her hands sliding down the Formica until she found purchase with the edge of the tub.
He slid his cock into her already wet pussy. Her arms gave out at the force, but he dragged her back by her hips before her head hit the wall.
The orgasm he'd already given her held her in a state of bliss.
He stretched her, accommodating his size and giving her every inch of him.
In a good place, feeling the love between them after sharing parts of herself with him that she hadn't spoken about before, and hearing his sad childhood and the heartbreak of losing his only blood relative bonded them in ways that she craved.
This was exactly what she needed.
He was a hard man, but a dedicated man. A strong man, but an understanding man.
A complex man, but a simple man.
Her insides quivered. She hung her head, unable to do anything but take, take, take everything he gave her.
His fingers dug into her hips, keeping her from slipping out of his grasp. Her wet body slid against his with each thrust. Another orgasm built and tormented her.
She honestly had no idea if she held any control on how her body reacted to him. Paco orchestrated each heartbeat pounding in her body. Nothing, and no one, had ever done that to her before. Not her beliefs, not the Rez, not her job, not her independence.
Shaking and breathless, chaos strummed through her. She needed to see him. She needed to hold him. She needed to tell him.
Her spine curved, and her body spasmed into a full-blown climax. Paco grunted, pounding into her with a force that would've knocked her down into the tub if not for him holding her on her feet.
Lost in her body's victory, she subconsciously became aware of him reaching his pleasure behind her.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind and hugged her back to his chest, straightening her body. She closed her eyes, catching her breath and wanting to slip into the rapture he'd embraced her in.
She reached up and behind her, hooking his neck. "Paco?"
"You okay?"
She hummed in contentment. "I have never felt the way I do when I'm with you."
He slipped his cock out of her body and turned her. Not letting go of her, he reached down with his right hand and removed the condom and tossed it into the wastebasket by the toilet.
When his eyes landed back on her, she held his face. "I've fallen in love with you, and I'm scared to death. What if something happens? What if I lose you? It would destroy me."
"You'd survive." His gaze intensified. "You're the strongest person I know."
"I don't feel like it," she whispered.
"You will." He kissed her. "You'll see."
She leaned against him, still accepting his belief that loving him wouldn't end in losing him. It was probably simpler to stop loving him to protect herself from future hurt. But, she was willing to fight to be together.
She would do anything to make sure they were never separated.
If he needed someone to fight his demons and keep him from abusing his body, she would get stronger and stand beside him. If Askook succeeded in taking her away from Paco, she would kill him to get back to Paco.
If Paco went against everything she wanted and tried to stop Askook, she would believe that he would come back to her.
"Sweetheart?"
"Hm?" She continued holding him.
"If you haven't noticed, we're standing in cold water."
She laughed softly, having forgotten where they were standing. The water had lost all warmth. Reaching behind him, she pulled the shower curtain closed.
"Flip the drain and turn on the showerhead." She shivered at the loss of his body heat.
Ten minutes later, they'd used up all the hot water. Josie wrapped a towel around her body as she watched Paco stride out of the bathroom naked, dripping water all the way to the bedroom. She had no idea if all men had the same brash habit, but it was the opposite of her, and she found it sexy, daring and freeing—despite dragging a towel with her foot to dry his trail of drips.
A knock came to her apartment. She grabbed the towel tighter around her chest.
"I'll answer." Paco fastened his jeans and picked up the pistol, tucking it in the waistband at his lower back. "Go ahead and finish dressing."
Gone