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“I’ve got you, baby, I know exactly what you need,” he tells me as he skims his mouth across my collarbone and over the swell of my breast.

He sucks one of my hardened nipples into his mouth before nipping it with his teeth. I cry out his name and feel myself racing toward the ledge of my sanity. He thrusts into me as far as he can go and yanks me over into the abyss right beside him.

I shake as he slowly fucks me through the aftershocks, his lips moving over mine until I’m boneless. Beyond exhausted, my eyes drift closed as he eases himself from inside me.

I feel him climb off the bed, but I don’t move, unable to summon the energy. A dark chuckle is the only warning I get before I’m scooped up and carried into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I startle in surprise and immediately try to get up, but he puts his palm on my shoulders and pushes me back down again.

“Pee,” he orders.

I wait for the feeling of indignation to wash over me. After conforming to all of James’s rules, I figured I’d buck anything even close to one from another man. Instead, it fills me with warmth because he’s not doing it to push me around but to look after me.

“Neither of us wants you to get a UTI,” he tells me as he leans against the counter, his eyes on my naked body.

“Turn around at least.”

“Why? I’ve tasted every inch of your body, been inside it every second you’ve let me. There is nothing about you that could turn me off.”

“You’re out of your mind if you think that’s true. And before this conversation goes off track, I’m telling you right now that door will be locked when I finally summon up the courage to poop in the same house as you.”

He laughs as I finish up and wipe myself. “I’ve lived in a war zone with a bunch of men. Trust me when I say nothing you do will faze me.”

“Yeah, well, it fazes me, weirdo. I don’t want to see you poop either.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He hands me my toothbrush loaded with toothpaste and lifts me to sit on the counter.

I gasp when my bare ass comes into contact with the cold tile. I brush my teeth as he grabs a washcloth, soaks it, then uses it to clean me up, then himself. I don’t take my eyes off him as he throws it in the laundry basket.

“What?” he asks, catching my expression.

I spit my toothpaste into the sink before using the tumbler of water to swish it out. “Why are you always taking care of me?”

He looks bemused at my question. “That’s what couples do.”

I contemplate his words and try to look back over my life and apply his reasoning, but all I’ve ever seen is women catering to their men. I thought James was different, and he was, but not in any way that was good.

“You’re breaking my heart, Lil.” He sighs, leaning forward to kiss the tip of my nose.

“What? Why?”

“Because what I’m doing for you is the bare minimum of what you should expect.”

I lean forward and wrap my arms around his neck. “I don’t expect anything, but I’m grateful for everything.” I kiss him, hooking my fingers through his dog tags so he doesn’t pull away, not that it looks like he has any intention of doing that.

Instead, he grabs my hips and pulls me closer so I can wrap my legs around him. He’s hard again, and I feel myself reacting to it as he carries me back into the bedroom. My eyes are heavy, but I have an ache inside me that can’t seem to be sated.

He lays me on the bed and crawls in behind me. I wiggle against him, pushing back so he’ll get the hint. “Behave. You need to rest.”

“I’ll rest better with you inside me.”

He stills behind me before his hand slides over my hips and slips between my thighs. “You want to sleep with me inside you?” he asks softly, checking he hasn’t misunderstood.

“Yeah, I miss you when I can’t feel you.”

His teeth nip my shoulder. “You feel empty without my cock inside you, trickster?”

“Yeah,” I mumble as he lifts my leg and pulls me back so I’m leaning on him.

He lines himself up and eases inside me as I let out a contented sigh. “Does that feel better?”