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He sits up straight. “No one accuses me of being a liar. Not even you.”
“You need to be more sensitive!”
“Why do you cover yourself and not believe me when I try to worship your beautiful body?”
Which is when I burst into tears.
“Lo-Ren!” he exclaims in shock, moving up the bed. He reaches out for me, but I twist away, giving him my back and curling away from him. I wait for him to leave. Michael hated it when I cried and would disappear until I got myself together. That will be good. I liked the way Remus was looking at me before he—
I cry even harder, putting my hands to my face as if I can hide even more. If I can just have a moment—
That’s when one of Remus’s strong, firm arms curls around my waist from behind. He’s climbed into bed at my back, and for a long moment, he just holds me. I cry harder, tensing. But then I relax back into his body.
When he bends his forehead to the back of my neck, I hiccup and grab his arm, squeezing him tight as he holds me. He’s surrounding me, and I feel so safe.
Finally, he speaks. “Tears mean you hurt. I did not mean to hurt Lo-Ren. I often saw my father’s consort cry. I swore I would not hurt you, and yet I have made you cry.”
I shake my head and twist in his arms to face him. His words pierce my chest.
His arm curled around my waist holds me tight, and our heads are close on the pillows as we gaze into one another’s eyes.
“It’s not you. It’s a lifetime of other people’s actions that hurt me,” I whisper.
He scowls and then demands, “Who? I will punish them.”
I laugh and press my face to his chest, essentially wiping my tears off on him before pulling back and looking into his searching eyes again.
“There are too many to count. Society. Mean girls at school growing up. My mother.”
He nods at this, understanding coming into his eyes. “Parents can be cruel.”
“I mean, I know somewhere deep down she loves me.” I roll my eyes. “Deep, deep down.”
He shrugs. “This hurt is unforgivable. You are perfect.” He says this last bit vehemently. “But you just tell me wherever you would like me to touch you and not touch you, and I will listen to you. I do not want to resurrect old hurts.”
How? How does a man from a world so different from mine still know the perfect thing to say? Because, unlike other guys I’ve known, his words aren’t rehearsed lines. He seems to be discovering this as he goes, so genuinely. And it means everything, this connection growing between us.
With my free hand, I reach out and trace down his arm from his shoulder to where he hugs me at my waist, right below my breasts. With a deep inhale, I reach for his hand and tug it down so that he’s touching my lower belly.
He smiles so sweetly, his dark eyes searching mine. His hand begins massaging me there, and for a moment, I’m appalled. But then I breathe in and out and focus on the feel of his touch.
His every movement is so sensual as he kneads my body. Digging in with his palm and then his fingers tugging backward needily. Especially as he moves around toward my hips and ass.
His very touch makes me feel beautiful and wanted and desirable. I believe he’s telling the truth when he calls me beautiful because of the look in his eyes and the need in his fingertips. A little groan escapes my lips. Because I need him, too. The feelings that had been doused are roaring back to life between my legs.
Without thinking about what I’m doing, and for once giving into the feelings in my body, I lift a leg to wrap around his hip and pull him into me. It was playful when I did this earlier. But now, it’s with purpose. I feel his hardness there within his pants: thick, long, stiff, pulsing. Further proof of his desire for me.
Another noise comes from my throat, higher-pitched. Oh my god, I want him so badly. He makes my whole body go liquid.
He palms my ass with his huge hands and starts to massage it. Roughly. Needily. I arch my hips up against him, so satisfied when I get a short, needy little grunt out of him.
“I want you,” I gasp, leaning up to kiss him.
He kisses me passionately. I can feel his need, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip before he suckles it, and then his tongue toys with mine.
I pull away, gasping, my hands squeezing his waist as I arch my core against his hardness again and look into his lust-clouded eyes.
“I want you,” I repeat. And just in case that wasn’t enough clarification. “I want you inside me.”
