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Fully straddling his hips, I rock against him, loving the way his cock feels against me. Both of his hands find my waist again, stopping my movements in their tracks. “Harper.”
My eyes meet his, and I see they’re full of concern. “Please, Mac.”
He gently shakes his head. “This isn’t a good idea. You’re still healing.”
Sweeping his now much more manageable hair out of his face, I drop my forehead to his. “Do you not want this? Do you not want me?”
“Mo Grá, I want this more than you know. Ever since you came to me at that cabin, I’ve wanted to have you back—in every way possible. I just, I don’t want you to do something you’re not ready for. I don’t want to hurt you. I’d never forgive myself.”
“I’m okay, Mac. I need this. I need you.”
He doesn’t say anything as his eyes cast down to where I’m sitting on his lap, and his hands loosen and tighten their hold on my waist repeatedly. I can practically see all of the gears turning in his head, mentally trying to decide whether he trusts himself with me or not.
“Mac, look at me.” His eyes meet mine, our foreheads still connected. “I trust you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be doing this. I trust you with every fiber of my being. With my mind, my body, and my heart. But just as I trust you, you have to trust me. Know that I’m ready for this. Trust me and trust them.” I pull my head from Mac’s so we can look at Ronan and Finn, who are still watching intently from the den. “Trust that whether or not you trust yourself, they would never let you do anything to hurt me, and they’d never let me do anything to hurt myself.”
Mac grips my shirt and begins bringing it up my body. Following his lead, I raise my arms and let him slide it over my head before discarding it on the floor. His eyes rake over my body, cataloging every faint yellow bruise that still lingers on my skin, the biggest of which sits over my broken ribs.
He lightly brushes his fingertips against the large spot, “You’ll tell me if it’s too much.”
I nod as his fingers continue to graze over my body. I can’t help but close my eyes, reveling in how his touch feels against my skin. “Please, Honey. I need to feel this again. Let me feel it with you.”
“I won’t hurt you.”
It’s not a question but a statement, yet I answer anyway. “You won’t hurt me.”
And just like it did the day they found me, those four words unlock something inside of him. Mac’s lips crash into mine, and I immediately let out the most satisfied moan, letting him swallow the sound.
His hand threads into my curls, careful to avoid the hair around my stitches, while the opposite hand grips my hips, urging me to continue moving against him. I know this isn’t going to be slow and steady; both of us are entirely too keyed up, too desperate to have one another again to make this last long.
I grind my hips against him faster, harder, getting off on the noises he makes with every pass. Bending forward, Mac takes one of my nipples into his mouth, and I swear, if I weren’t so desperate to have him inside of me, I would come right now.
“Yes, Mac,” I moan as he tugs it with his teeth.
“Fuck, Harper. I missed hearing the way you moan my name.”
“Don’t stop then. Keep going.” My head tilts back as he kisses across my chest, taking the opposite nipple into his mouth.
“I’ll never stop,” he mumbles against my skin. “For the rest of my life, I’ll never stop.”
Tears sting behind my closed eyes because I know the sincerity of his words. I know that this man, this gentle yet savage man, will give me everything I need for as long as we live.
When his mouth leaves my breast, I tip my head forward to look at him, pausing the movement of my hips when I do. His gray eyes filled with unshed tears, likely just as moved by this moment as I am. Cupping his face, I wipe away a tear that falls with my thumb before he can blink it away.
I’m not sure if it’s five seconds or five minutes, but we sit like that, staring at one another before he speaks, “I love you.”
“I love you.” The four of us have been saying it to one another all week, but at this moment, it feels different. Like he and I are cracking each other’s chests open and taking the other’s heart as our own.
“You sure about this?” he asks.
“More than sure,” I whisper as I slant my mouth over his again.
“Lift up a little for me,” he says against my mouth. I stretch my long legs out so my toes touch the floor and lift off of his lap slightly, allowing him to free his throbbing cock from his jeans.
Eyes locked on one another, I raise ever so slightly with one hand firmly placed on his shoulder for balance. Mac fists the front of my cotton panties and, with one firm tug, rips them clean off my body. I wrap the other hand around the base of his dick. He lets out a hiss and tips back his head. Taking the opportunity, I run my tongue along the column of his neck. I notch the head of his cock at my entrance and sink down slowly, inch by delicious inch. I’m so wet and ready for him that there’s not a bit of resistance. Once I’m fully seated with his hands still firmly cupping my ass, I grab the sides of his face, bringing his eye back to me. As we stare at one another, I revel in the feeling of him being inside of me. This feels like literal heaven after all these weeks of not having any of them.
“God, I fucking missed you,” his voice sounds almost pained. I know he’s talking about so much more than sex.
“I’m right here, Mac. I’m right here.”
