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Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Then he realized her pupils were dilated. His idea appealed to her more than she wanted to admit, but he wouldn’t make a move until she did.
Harley’s voice was tinged with arousal as she responded. “Yes.”
“Give me a second,” he replied before slipping off the bed.
He quickly crossed the room to the bathroom, turning on the light before closing the door. He washed his hands before snagging a washcloth off the hook and running it under hot water. While he let the towel cool, he opened the medicine cabinet, praying that he would find what he needed. When he spotted the lube, he silently thanked Rock and Stone for being the oversexed bastards that they were.
Loaded with everything he needed, he exited the bathroom, half expecting Harley to be gone. Instead, she still lay in the bed, her gaze finding his as he stepped back into the room.
“Do you need to use the bathroom?”
She shook her head. “I’m fine. I’d just used it right before you woke up.”
He didn’t miss the tremor in her tone. Placing the towel and the lube on the nightstand beside his gun, he fought back a chuckle at the sight. Crawling back into bed with her, he pulled her close again.
“It’s okay if you change your mind,” he tried to reassure her.
“I haven’t. This is just weird as fuck, and I’ve never done it before,” she mumbled.
“If it makes you feel better, I haven’t either,” he admitted.
Her eyes widened in surprise, but she remained quiet.
“So, how do we do this?”
“Slowly,” he replied before brushing his mouth against hers. “How sore are your nipples?”
“I’d punch you in the face if you touch them right now.”
He laughed but pulled away some. “Then you are in charge of those. I’ll handle everything else.”
He reached for the waistband of her pants and finally took stock of what she had on. She’d walked across the compound wearing pajama pants, a tank top, and no bra. Gritting his teeth, he fought the urge to roll her over and spank her ass. The way she felt, it wasn’t the time to do it. She’d shoot him with his own gun, no doubt about it. It was something they’d revisit later. Instead, he focused on doing what he hoped would make her feel better.
“Pants on or off?”
“Off,” she whispered.
“Panties?”
“On.”
He made quick work of her pants, leaving her with just her T-shirt and underwear on.
“Close your eyes and take a deep breath,” he instructed.
As she did, he uncapped the lube and put a generous amount on his fingers before reaching for her and pulling her close.
“If I need to stop, just say the word, and everything ends.”
She nodded and closed her eyes, exhaling softly. “Okay. I’m ready.”
Instead of replying, he lowered his mouth to hers, his mouth brushing hers in a tantalizing teasing kiss. It was soft and fleeting, a whisper of what was to come. When she wasn’t wracked with pain, he’d be able to take her like he wanted, but right now, she needed gentle, and that was what he’d give her. Then she surprised him by pulling back.
“I need more,” she whispered. “Help me to forget the pain.”
Trigger slid his hand upward to the nape of her neck, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. “I’ll give you everything you need," he murmured, his voice a velvety promise.
With a deft move, he cupped the back of her head, pulling her in with a fierce hunger that left both of them breathless. Their lips met in a heated clash of desire, the tension between them finally breaking free. Harley’s fingers wound into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer as their mouths moved in a dance that spoke of shared longing and unspoken yearning.
