“I love you too, butterfly,” he says against my skin.
I reach between us, my fingers working at the button of his jeans. He lifts his hips, helping me push them down enough to free his already hard cock. I wrap my hand around him, stroking slowly.
He groans, his eyes closing briefly before opening to meet mine again. “You’re sure?” he asks one more time.
In answer, I shove my sweatpants and panties over my bottom and lean to the side, freeing them from my legs. Then I straddle him again and position him at my entrance. Slowly, I sink onto his rod, taking him deep inside me.
We both groan at the feel of him filling me. This is what I needed—to feel him inside me, to be connected to the man I love.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathes, his hands going to my hips. “You feel so good.”
I roll my hips, setting a slow, gentle pace. This isn’t about chasing a quick release. This is about loving my man, about reminding both of us that we’re here, together.
“I love you,” I say again, unable to stop the words now that I’ve started. “I love you so much.”
“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say those words,” he growls, his eyes never leaving mine as we move together. “You’re mine, butterfly. All fucking mine.”
“Yours,” I agree, my hands braced on his shoulders. “Only yours, honey.” He’s the only man I’ll ever want—my home, my heart, my forever.
His hands guide my hips, helping me keep the slow rhythm. Every stroke sends pleasure curling through me, pushing away my fears.
The tension starts to build low in my belly, a warm pressure that grows with each roll of my hips. Aaron must feel it too, because one hand slides between us, and his thumb swirls over my clit.
“That’s it, baby,” he encourages as I arch against him. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
My orgasm washes over me in gentle waves, and I cry out his name.
Aaron grabs my hips, rocking me over his cock until finally he groans long and loud as he spills inside me. We stay joined together, our hearts beating in sync.
When I finally lift off him, he pulls me down beside him on the bed, tucking me against his side. His arm wraps around me protectively, and I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
“Thank you,” I whisper, pressing a kiss over his heart.
His arm tightens around me. “For what?”
“For making me feel safe. For loving me.” I lift my head to look at him. “For never letting me down.”
His expression darkens momentarily, but he smooths it away quickly. “I’ll always take care of you, butterfly.”
I settle back against his chest, exhaustion washing over me. The events of the day catch up to me all at once, and my eyelids grow heavy.
“Sleep,” Aaron murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
Safe in the circle of his arms, I let myself drift off. Eddie can’t hurt me anymore. Not with Aaron here to protect me.
And as I slip into sleep, one thought follows me into my dreams. I’ve found the man of my dreams.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“I’ve got you,baby. You’re safe now.” I brush a soft kiss on Savannah’s forehead, careful not to wake her. She’s been out for the last half hour, and like a creep, I’ve been watching her chest rising and falling. It’s proof that she’s still breathing—that mother fucker didn’t snuff out her precious life.
My jaw clenches as I take in her battered face. The bruising has darkened around her eye, and her lip is split; no doubt it’ll leave a scar.
Rage burns through me like acid.
I should have been here to keep her safe.
No, what I should have done was kill that piece of shit in Florida when I had the chance.
