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After a long beat, he exhaled a resigned breath and rested his head on top of mine. “This is the part where I go out and lose my mind.”
Taking his hand in mine, I entwined our fingers and gave him a reassuring squeeze. “I know.”
“I don’t know how much more I can take,” he admitted quietly, head bowed, gaze trained on our joined hands. “How much more he can push me until I snap and throw it all away.”
“You’ve got another night in you,” I told him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “You can hold on for one more night.”
“Can I?”
“You’ve got this, Joey Lynch.” I reached up and cupped his chin between my fingers and thumb, forcing him to look at me.
The lonesome look in his eyes almost broke me, but I forced myself to remain strong, allowing him to absorb all of the comfort, strength, and whatever else he needed from me. Because, God knows, the bastard downstairs would never give it to him.
“You’ve got this,” I repeated, imploring him with my eyes to both hear me and believe in himself. “And I’ve got you.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
His lips were on mine then, hands pulling at the opening of my coat and tearing the fabric from my body as he chased the physical connection he needed to ground himself in this moment. Breathing hard, he tossed my coat on his bedroom floor and quickly reached for his T-shirt, whipping it over his head in one swift move.
Trembling with feelings and anticipation, I lay back on his bed, giving him unlimited access to my body. When his big body came crashing down on me, pushing me deeper into the mattress, I felt myself slip deeper into his world as I drowned in the love I felt for him, and he drowned in the physical affection that he had spent a lifetime being deprived of.
“Roll onto your back.”
“Hmm?”
“I didn’t get all dolled up to be hidden in the sheets.” I pushed at his chest. “I want you to see me.”
Complying without objection, he rolled us over until he was underneath, with me perched on his lap. I grinned down at him and trailed my freshly painted red nails down his bare stomach. “Hey, stud.”
His fingers flexed on my waist. “Hey, queen.”
“Do you want to know a secret?”
He laughed. “I don’t know, Molloy, do I?”
“I think you do.”
“Okay.” He nodded. “Tell me.”
I crooked a finger. “You need to come closer.”
He pulled up on his elbows. “Well?”
“Closer.”
“How close do you need me?”
“This is perfect,” I said approvingly, wrapping my arms around his neck when he sat straight up, with his chest flush against mine. “First, give me a kiss.”
“Jesus, Molloy, just tell me already—”
“Ah-ah-ah. I want a kiss.”
“Pain in my hole,” he grumbled, hands moving to cup my ass as he leaned in and pressed a drugging kiss to my lips.
“Mmm.” Pulling back before I lost myself in his lips, I used my thumb to wipe my smeared lipstick from his lips and smiled. “I have a peephole.”
