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He pulled out, and the emptiness of not having him inside was a terrible ache. But it wasn’t for long.

Landon grabbed her hips, then jerked her back onto his cock.

His balls slapped directly against her clit, causing a little shock of pleasure.

Once, twice, and a third time he thrust into her, making a deep guttural noise as he finally came.

She didn’t move when he finally pulled out. She was limp and pliant in his arms—in part because she was exhausted from holding the various positions.

Landon helped her up and laid her on the bed. Though she was tender, she didn’t protest when he spread her legs, bending to check her pussy. He kissed the top of her slit before walking away. She watched his naked ass flex as he exited and crossed the hall to the small bathroom he’d showed her earlier. There were no scratches on his back—because she’d never been in a position to reach his back.

Next time.

The washcloth felt rough as sandpaper against her clit and labia as he cleaned her, but he kissed away the ache, his slightly parted lips cupping her clit in a gentle caress.

He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment and when he came back, he pulled on the covers. She crawled to the side, then onto the soft cotton sheets once he exposed them. He started to join her but stopped, frowning.

Confused, she sat up in bed, watching as he crossed to his suitcase. When he returned, he had something black in his hands.

Restraints? Sleeping in them was generally considered a very bad idea, but she trusted him. Still, she’d prefer to just…be with him. Have the option of holding him the way he would no doubt hold her.

Landon knelt beside the bed and reached under the covers, pulling out her leg. He shook out a large black athletic sock, and shoved it onto her foot.

“A…sock?” Maybe it was meant to be padding for ankle straps.

“Other foot.”

She stuck it out, watching in bewilderment as he shoved a sock on that foot too.

He nudged her legs back under the covers and stood.

“What… Why?”

“Because your feet are freezing,” he grumbled. “Even if the rest of you is hot.”

Was this why she’d woken up with one sock on from one of her many naps the other day? She’d thought in her exhaustion maybe she’d slipped them on because he was right, her feet were always cold.

She blinked at Landon, then laughed in surprise and delight. He was taking care of her.

This is what it will be like to be with him.

“Are these to keep my feet warm, or to protect you from them?”

“Both. Scoot over.”

He pressed against her back as she lay on her side. Colette slid her foot back between his calves.

“How the fuck can I feel your cold toes even through the socks?” he yelped.

Colette started to laugh. Even when he admonished her for laughing at him with a solid pinch to her backside, she couldn’t stop.

She wasn’t really laughing at him. She was laughing because she was happy. Maybe for the first time in her life, she was truly happy, because she was truly loved.

FORTY-FIVE

“Sorry again, I wasn’t here to meet you yesterday.” Oliver Evans was a tall, broad man with sandy blond hair and deep lines beside his eyes and around his mouth.

His face, or maybe his expression, seemed older than his body. He and Landon were the same height, though his father was broader across the shoulders, with a slight belly rather than Landon’s youth-trim waist.