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“You liar. You’ve been calling me a unicorn since the first day we met.

“Since before then. Ever since Majik told me about you. But I never really believed it then. I was joking.”

“Hoping.”

“Nah. I was hopeless and you know it.”

“I know you were full of hope or you wouldn’t have let me in.”

“Maybe. A little.” She whispers in my ear. “After that first orgasm.”

Chapter 20

Jazzy

“What would you say if I told you I want to make love to you right now?”

My heart leaps straight up my throat and clogs there.

“What the fuck is it with you? You do remember I have broken ribs?” I can feel every one of them as my heart slams against them.

“I said making love, Jazzy. Slow and easy. I can guarantee you it won’t hurt.”

“Is that right?” I’m stalling, but my body responds with a shudder of desire and I believe him, but my ribs aren’t the issue. Not really.

“It’s not about you hurting your ribs, is it?” He sits on the edge of my bed and runs a finger along my collar bone down to the buttons on my blouse. Fuck. Majik brought me this damn blouse and now he’s unbuttoning it, holding my eyes with his gaze when I should be stopping him, pushing his hand away. Because there’s no way love should be in our conversation.

“No.”

“I won’t hurt your heart, Jazzy.” He leans forward and whispers, then catches my mouth with his, presses, breathes into me. I inhale his scent, his life, his soul and I swear he’s infused me with unicorn dust because any will I had to resist, to worry, disappears.

He slides my pants and panties down my hips in a smooth move without disturbing my ribs and I watch, my breathing fast and shallow, excitement overcoming fear, anticipation overcoming everything.

Standing, he pulls his jersey over his head and those massive rippling muscles fill my vision, the small strip of hair running down his belly to where his gym shorts tent out in invitation. The sensual smile on his face is the same, but different. Warmth and tenderness register deep in my gut, and my chest tightens. He comes back to the bed and I part my legs, lifting my knees and reaching out for him.

“Jazzy,” he says. That’s all. My name. But the way he says it is so full of emotion, layered with everything that’s happened, from when he first fixed my cut and made me sing, to when he ate my food and made fucking love to me. Because that’s what he’s been doing all along no matter what I want to call it. That’s his truth.

He touches me, leaning over me with his weight on his other hand, his mouth close to my ear and whispering, murmuring those words like he always does only this time I listen.

“You’re so gorgeous, so full of life and beauty and good, so hopeful and strong…”

His words spin my head and his fingers make me clench as I draw in a breath, hardly noticing the sting flash through my ribs. When he kneels between my legs, I’m still pulsing with mini orgasms and so ready to feel him as I watch him roll on his fucking condom.

“I—” I don’t know what I’m saying and I stop, the look he gives me, adoring, longing, a forever kind of look, the kind that sucks the air from me because I’ve seen it from him and only one other man, but I push that aside.

I can see inside his soul through his eyes, the way they adore me, treasure me, make me feel like a goddess, like the only one in the universe. The bubble of bliss surrounds us and I can feel my heart expand, my chest tightening impossibly as he lowers his hips between my legs, kissing me everywhere, my face, my neck my earlobe, sending spirals of desire through me all over again.

“You ready, baby?” he whispers, his voice rumbling with need and some undefinable emotional heaviness.

“For you,” I say, not knowing what I mean, emotion clogging my brain, words going directly from my heart to my mouth and I’m hoping they touch him, that he feels it. He takes his cock with one hand and I spread out my legs as he caresses my pussy with his tip. Then he plunges in with one long slow glide. The groan of pleasure streaks from my throat and I feel somehow complete in a way I never was before, like he’s been the missing piece and now I’m whole.

Except it’s so much more than that. The tingling of my nerve endings feels like stars popping into the night sky. I hear the sound of his breathing, the words he whispers into my ear like songs I’ve never heard before made of stardust and magic. He moves in and out and my hips meet his and I want to laugh with the giddiness filling me, the utter euphoria taking over my soul like we’ve created a special heaven.

“God, Jazzy, you’re so perfect, I want…” He doesn’t finish his sentence as he groans, roars like a lion conquering his jungle and thunders into me with a soul-shattering thrust, his hand coming between us to touch my clit and I cry out as he pumps hard and shuddering. I feel the spiral clench my muscles in that special spasm of joy that stops my breathing, makes me blind and deaf like I’ve entered another universe or maybe it’s heaven, a place where time and space stop and there’s only our two souls joined and entwined in an infinite kiss.

The spiral intensifies inside me, twisting to an impossible knot that explodes in a supernova of shuddering and when he pumps one last time into me, his arms shaky as he groans, releasing, all his tension pouring out of him, I want time to stop and hold onto him tight.

“You’re my BAE,” I whisper, nerves breaking my voice. He caresses my face, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand as he falls to my side.