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Smiling against his skin, I nod to let him know I'm on the same page.
My hand runs over the defined chest beneath my head, over to trace along the thick arm draped heavily across our bodies, then over the rounded muscle of his shoulders and down the little dip between the deltoid and the bicep that remains impressive even when relaxed like this.
I like it when Mesa uses that bossy voice. The one that's all confidence, like he knows what he's talking about and expects people to listen. Turns out, I really like it when he's using that tone to say filthy, bossy things while he's fucking me.
Under my ear, I feel his chest move as he clears his throat and then that bossy tone is gone, replaced by something that makes my heart squeeze for the vulnerability in his next words.
"And stay, baby...in the mornings."
I hear him swallow hard, his fingers curling over my shoulder possessively, as I raise my head to meet the gaze from his intense, dark eyes.
"If I'm having bad dreams, they're better when you're with me. I hate that you're not with me when I wake up."
The corners of my lips curl up in a grin that I can't stop even though I'm trying to be serious.
"I don't think they're bad dreams," I confess.
He gives me a raised eye brow and a smirk lifts one corner of his mouth under his mustache.
"What kind of not bad dreams would make my woman leave me alone in bed every morning?"
It's my turn to clear my throat nervously and I feel my face burn hot with my blush.
"Oh really?" He laughs and squeezed me tight against him. "Guess I shouldn't be surprised by that. I've been obsessed with making you mine for over a year now.
"But baby, why have you been getting out of bed instead of waking me up? You sure as hell weren't scared of my dick a little while ago."
"The last time we..." I let my voice trail off and curl into the warm, solidness of him, not wanting to think about it. "I didn't want you to do anything that would hurt like that again."
Mesa
From my perspective, the whole damn year has been a lesson in new ways to feel pain.
Thankfully, I don't remember the burns when they happened. I remember panicking about getting Robin out of harm's way, then I remember getting hit by something heavy and not being able to move. Next thing I knew, it was a week later.
I had medical staff to care for me and damn good pain killers pouring through my veins for months while I healed.
By the time they let me go stay at the apartment, I thought the worst of the pain was behind me. I was wrong. Those weeks were full of discovering that my limits were nowhere near what they'd been before and trying to push past them resulted in a kind of agony I couldn't just ignore.
I'm not good at the kind of words I need right now. I'm better at giving orders than I've ever been at taking them, and it's already been a fucking rough year of listening to doctors and therapists so I could do what needed to be done to heal and get back home. To get back to my girl.
I hadn't realized how hard it's probably been on Robin.
She's so strong, it's easy to forget that she's delicate too.
"How long were you planning on waiting, Angel?"
"As long as it took."
Her voice is sounding a little sleepy now and when she shrugs her answer, it's enough to move her so our bodies finally part.
I hate the feeling of slipping free from her warmth and the dampness of my spend leaking out of her has me thinking about filling her up again but my angel is lying heavy and relaxed against me, starting to give in to the nap she's overdue for.
"Hang on, baby." I kiss the top of her head and slide the rest of the way out from under her, "let me get you cleaned up."
"Oh." Robin's eyes pop open when she feels me move. "No, you stay, I'll do it." She starts to get up but I push her back into the pillows with a firm hand and a gentle kiss.
"The fuck you will." I growl at her but she just laughs at me. "I'll be right back."
