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The force nearly knocks the wind out of my lungs as I let out a scream, unable to contain the rush of pleasure.

I open my legs wider, making sure he has plenty of room to reach as deep as he can, and I’m treated to a hungry groan.He buries his face in my neck, sucking the skin in between his teeth, causing me to cry out.

“That’s a good girl,” he coos in my ear. The gruffness in his voice almost sends me over the edge, and I can feel myself clamp tightly around him.

He picks up the pace, pushing deeper inside me, and I start feeling him shudder like he’s holding back, waiting for me.

I slip my hand between my legs, circling my index finger against my clit while my hips buck against him.

My stomach clenches tighter at the sound of his breathy moan in my ear, and that’s all it takes. Then, without warning, my orgasm shatters through me.

“Oh god!” I scream.

“That’s it, love,” he praises in my ear, slamming harder into me.

Then his movements slow, and his shoulders shudder.

He leans in, resting his forehead gently against mine, and lets out a low chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” I ask, still breathing hard.

He laughs again, this time a little louder. “Just thinking about how we went from meeting in a wine aisle to basicallyfuckingwith wine.”

“It’s funny how life works,” I agree, still too weak to say much more.

He helps me down from the counter, his arms wrapping around my waist. “I’ll run you a shower,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek.

“You don’t have to do that,” I reply softly.

“Yes, I do. Let me take care of you,” he says, leaving no room for me to argue.

I smile, then lean in and press my lips against his.

I love his gentleness. The way he always wants to take care of me, how he always shows it without hesitation—in everything he does, not just in words. He never waits to be asked. Never holds back.

It hurts to think someone could mistreat a heart like his. But maybe that’s why I want to protect it so much now. Maybe that’s why I’m letting my own heart fall into his hands without a second thought.

We’ve both been through hell with the people we trusted. But this? This feels different.

This feels like we got it right this time. Like we belong to each other in a way no one else could ever understand.

Even knowing all of this? It still scares the hell out of me. Just not enough to make me want to run.

Not anymore.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Allie

I didn’t sleep a damn wink last night.

I’m pretty sure my tossing and turning kept Jax up half the night too. He never complained though. We spent most of the morning wrapped up in the same blanket I have lazily draped across my lap now. All we did was talk, trying to figure out where we go from here. But honestly? I can’t even focus on any of that until I figure out things with Nora.

It’s something about me that I wish I could change. My empathy is just… too much. Once I know I’ve upset someone, it feels like the entire world is ending. People tell me it makes me a good nurse, but they don’t get how many hours of sleep I lose just thinking about every patient I come across.

Jax practically begged me to go with him to the studio, not wanting me to be alone while I’m this upset. But what the hellwould I do? Mope around and risk dragging him down during something so huge for his career? No thanks.

Instead, I promised I’d stay right here on the couch and not check my phone too many times.