“Good don’t know or bad don’t know?” He nuzzled the crook of her neck.
“Good.” She reached for him, her hand skimming his jaw, stubble rough under her palm. “Really good.”
She wanted this.
This man.
Everything that came with him—even the parts that scared her.
There was no going back.
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Wyatt pushed up,settling next to her. Her chest rose and fell as she came back to herself.
He scattered kisses on her waist, the smooth skin over her ribcage, up to her clavicle, the hollow at the base of her neck. He breathed her in. His shampoo in her hair. Her skin underneath. Something that was only her.
He should move. Get her water. Pull the covers up. But the rightness of lying beside her now outweighed everything else.
“Wyatt.” Her hand tugged at the towel knotted at his waist.
The towel loosened and fell away and her hand closed around the aching hardness of his cock.
His breath escaped in a sharp rush.
She wrapped her fingers around him—slow and deliberate—and his hips jerked before he could stop them.
Her touch stripped everything down to nerve and need. “Jen?—”
“Wyatt.” She turned her head, eyes finding his in the dim light. “I want you. Inside me.”
Heat surged through him so fast it made him light-headed. “You’ve been through hell?—”
“That makes me even more sure.” Her hand tightened, drawing a low sound from his chest. “Very sure.” She slid her knuckles down the side of his face. “I want all of you.”
All of him.
The part of him that always stood between danger and the people he cared about stepped aside. He shifted over her, caging her body with his as he reached for the nightstand. He found the box in the drawer. His hands shook as he tore it open, rolling the condom on with movements that felt clumsy and desperate.
“Careful.” Her fingers brushed his jaw. “Your leg.”
He positioned himself between her thighs, keeping weight off his injured leg, and her hands came to his shoulders—grounding him the way he’d done for her.
“Jen. Your ribs. Tell me if?—”
“I will.” She pressed a kiss to his lips, caught his lower lip gently between her teeth.
God.
“Stop worrying. I’m fine. More than fine.”
When he looked down, he found her eyes locked on his, certain and honest.
Tell me to stop. Tell me this is too much. Give me a reason to pull back before I can’t.
But she didn’t, only kissed the corner of his mouth, her head pressing against his. “Now, Wyatt.”
He lined himself up, soaking in the heat of her against him. His hand slid between them, palm cupping the soft weight of her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple.
