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I’ve never been so shattered in my life. Who knew falling apart for someone like this could be so wonderful?
Tav doesn’t give me a moment to escape when he pulls his fingers from between my legs. I’m horrified and aroused when he sucks them clean.
Oh, Lord. That’s—hot.
Before I can say anything, Tav moves onto his side before he hooks me around the belly. Tugging my back into his front, he settles in as though he’s ready to call it a night. But that can’t be right. I can feel his arousal practically threatening to impale my ass.
The thought of Tav impaling my ass with his hard dick! I almost snicker.
Instead, I press cautiously, “What about you?”
“Tonight is about you.”
“That’s not fair. I—um—I came twice.”
The hard band of his arm pulses around my belly. Firmly, he rumbles, “I’m good, Princess.”
“You’re hard.”
“With your ass pressed up against me, I’ll always be hard.”
“So—” I wiggle said ass in a move that’s way braver than I feel. “Let me please you.”
He groans, but his arm doesn’t loosen. “You’re killing me.”
“I want to, Tav.”
“Tomorrow, Olympia.” There’s a finality in his tone that tells me he’s done with this conversation, so I say nothing as I do my best to rid the tension in my body and snuggle into the man who, only this morning, was my enemy.
God, what am I doing?
Thoughts spin on a reel in my mind. Years of memories, and years of longing. A love unrequited and, when I finally found the courage to run to him for safety, being shut down hard and painfully.
With the way he’s holding me now, it’s hard to reconcile the brutal man who told me over and over how much he hated me, with the man who has now made me come apart at the seams twice.
I can’t process. What happened? What changed?
Why now?
“You’re thinking.” His deep rumble is rough as it moves through me.
I can’t help but tense. I don’t mean to say it—I don’t mean to say anything—but somehow words still sound in the darkness lit only by the moon.
“Is this because you want the will? You think you can seduce me for it?”
“No.”
“If you’re going to play with my heart for it—I’ll just give it to you.” Emotion rattles in my chest and tears spring to my eyes. I feel oversensitive and entirely too vulnerable. “I’m not strong enough for this kind of game.”
He’s silent for a long moment, so long, I make to wiggle from the prison of his arm.
I fail.
His breath is warm in my hair, so warm that it makes me shiver.
His arm loosens around me, and I think this is it. He’s letting me go. But he doesn’t. Instead, his hand moves to the hem of the shirt, slipping under the fabric to slide the length of my torso, between my breasts, to my throat. Gently, he wraps his large hand around the base of my neck, his touch possessively tender as his thumb caresses my wildly beating pulse.
I’m stupefied because—this is comforting.
