Page 85 of Brutal Truths

“Swoon. Hearing a man say that is so goddamn hot.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I dig my nails into the nape of his neck. “But that’s not the part I was referring to.”

“Got it.” He puts his lips to one side, making him look like an idiot, then smiles. “I think I know what you want to hear.”

“I swear if you⁠—”

I’m silenced by his kiss, which consumes me in a way I’ve never experienced.

When he draws back, it’s only far enough for him to say the words, “I fucking love you.”

Then he kisses me again, moving his hips until he slides the tip of his cock into my sore but very wet pussy.

“Okay?”

“Yes.” Our lips are still touching. “I fucking love you too.”

He moans as he slides in more. “You said you hated me.”

My breath hitches as he rocks his hips and slowly withdraws. “I lied.”

Jesus Christ, the man knows how to torture me in the best way possible. My pussy is so sensitive from our previous encounter that every slow thrust sends a wave of intense pleasure through me. He doesn’t pick up the pace. This isn’t like before.

He’s not fucking me.

We’re making love. He’s taking his time, showing me the gentler side of him. I’m pretty sure it’s a side most never see.

Every second pulls tighter, the tension building until it almost becomes too much. Until the edge feels sharp enough to break me.

And deep down, I know that when he finally lets me fall, it won’t just be about the moment. It will change everything between us.

“Ready?” he asks as he pulls out and waits.

“So ready.”

“Me too.” His lips crash back to mine, the kiss softer that I expect.

It doesn’t match the warning in his voice. “Hold on, because there will be no coming back from this.”

Before I can speak, he slams into me, and my world tilts as everything unravels at once.

My orgasm hits hard and fast, pulling a reaction from me I can’t control. Every nerve firing as the sensation spreads. Consuming me from head to toe.

It’s overwhelming. Too much. Not enough. All at the same time.

Without him holding me up, I’d be a puddle on the floor.

“Goddamn, woman.” Aiden’s body trembles. “I swear, you’re going to be the death of me.”

Leaning my head against his shoulder, I yawn. “What a glorious way to go.”

His only response is a chuckle. It makes me smile, knowing I can make him laugh even when the world is falling apart around us.

“As much as I’d love to never leave this room,” I unwrap my legs from his body, “we have to.”

“I know,” he grunts, not happy about it. “Trust me, I know.”

Moving under the water, I allow my eyes to drift over his body a second time. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

He bends and picks up the bar of soap. “A barn exploded about fifteen seconds after I untangled Jen from razor wire. It wasn’t an accident. He was watching us. I’m not sure how, but I know he was. No one is that lucky.”