she cried.
“It’s the truth.” I cupped her face in both of my hands. “I don’t want to live in a world where you don’t exist. If I’d lost you—”
“But you didn’t.” She took one of my hands and pressed it to her heart, letting me feel how fast it was beating. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know, baby. Just…” I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply before slowly releasing it. “Just give me a little time to get a hold on what I’m feeling right now. I might be a little overbearing for a while. Don’t hold that against me.”
She pushed on my chest until I pulled back enough for us to lock eyes. “I’m okay with you being overbearing. I’m even okay with you keeping me locked up in this apartment for a few days. But what I’ll never be okay with is you not kissing me.”
I stroked my thumb over her bottom lip. “Once I kiss you, I won’t be able to stop, and you need to rest.”
“No,” she growled, and the sound was so sexy, my cock nearly broke through the seam of my slacks. “What I need is for my man to fuck me until neither one of us can keep our eyes open.”
“Baby, let me get you clean first.” I lifted her and carried her into the shower.
Washing her from head to toe without pushing her up against the wall of the stall and fucking her until she couldn’t remember anything but me took a willpower I didn’t even know I possessed. It was even harder when she pouted up at me, whining for a kiss.
Once we were both clean, I turned off the water and wrapped a towel around my waist before grabbing another to dry her with. When she was no longer dripping, I carried her to our bed and placed her carefully in the center. “Are you hungry?” It was getting late, and we hadn’t eaten anything all evening.
“Yes,” she snapped and grabbed hold of my towel. It disappeared over her shoulder, and then she was pulling me down onto the bed beside her.
“I need to feed you,” I tried to argue. I needed her so fucking badly, but if I touched her at that moment, kissed her as she was begging for, I knew I would lose control.
“I need you,” she bit out and pushed me onto my back with surprising strength. Tossing her damp hair over her shoulder, she straddled me. Her drenched pussy brushed over my straining cock as she bent her head and touched her lips to mine ever so softly. “I need to feel you inside me. I need you to erase all the bad memories of this day and replace them with every part of you surrounding me. I need you to remind us both that I’m here and safe.”
“I could hurt you.” I was losing what hold I had on my control with each passing second. “What if I pop one of your stitches?”
“You’re hurting me right now,” she whispered with a quaver in her voice. “I ache for you, and you’re denying me what I need the most in the world. Why, Jordan? Why? Don’t you want me?” She pressed herself against my cock harder. “I can feel how much your body wants me, but do your heart and head not want me anymore?”
“No, baby, no.” Carefully, I cupped her ass and rolled us so I was between her spread thighs. She wrapped her legs around me, trapping me, as if she thought I would leave her if she didn’t. Brushing the hair back from her face, I saw the glitter of tears in her eyes and groaned. The sight of her crying was pure agony to me. “I want every inch of you—body, heart, and soul. I’m just scared…”
“Of what?” she asked as a tear spilled over her lashes. “I promise, if anything hurts, I’ll let you know.”
“I don’t want to scare you,” I confessed. “Braxton told me that Garon tried to kiss you. That you were scared of him.”
“I was scared of him,” she admitted with a tiny nod, another tear spilling over and sliding down her pale cheek. “But I don’t have to worry about him trying to hurt me again. He’s gone now, unable to hurt me or anyone else ever again. And even if he weren’t dead, it wouldn’t matter. Because there is nothing you could ever do that would scare me, Jordan.” She arched her