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“I’m baking some mean frozen pizzas.”
I laughed. “Sounds delicious.”
“I do have a bottle of red we could open.”
“What about the pain meds the doc gave you?”
He reached for the corkscrew. “I’m not taking them.”
“You’re kidding, right? You have two broken ribs. Cuts. Bruises. You should take something.”
He poured the wine into two large glasses. The neck of the bottle glugged with heavy streams of wine. “Here.” He handed one to me. “I’m drinking with you tonight.”
“No medicine?”
He shook his head. “No. This is all I need.”
I couldn’t help the tingle that spread through my core. In the shower I had managed to convince myself that everything that happened between us today was extreme circumstance creating sexual tension, but looking in AJ’s eyes I knew that it had only been the beginning. The tension was right here and now.
I’d seen that look before.
He was going to devour me before the night was over.
Chapter Thirty-Three
We finished off the bottle of red along with the two pizzas AJ had baked in the oven. We sat on the couch in AJ’s living room. The TV was on in the background, but neither of us paid attention to what was playing.
I couldn’t look away from him.
“Should I open another bottle?” he asked.
He rose from the couch, towering over me. I couldn’t see anything beyond his broad shoulders and massive chest. I met his eyes.
Could he read my thoughts? Did he know how dirty and needy they were?
He leaned over me. “I know you’ve been through hell today, but all I can think about is taking you to bed. So tell me I’m being a dick and I’ll back off. I’ll give you all the time you need. We can open another bottle and talk about old times. I’ll even dig deep for those Econ 10 memories if you want. Or tell me you want the same thing I do, and we can fuck until the sun comes up.”
My entire body seized with blistering heat. The promise of his words did everything to me.
I nodded as his lips crushed mine. “Fuck me,” I whispered. I looped my arms over his neck as he lifted me from the sofa.
We forgot we were injured, battered, and bruised. Or at least for those hours we didn’t care about the pain as much as we cared about being together. The bruises would still be there in the morning. There would always be healing to do.
AJ lowered me to his bed. He peeled the T-shirt over his torso. I reached out to touch the layers of bandage against his ribcage. It blocked some of the sculpted lines of his abs. He crawled on the bed, yanking my yoga pants to my ankles with an expert jerk. I kicked them off.
I moaned lightly, wanting everything at once. He kissed me. Our tongues met with fiery strokes. The taste of wine mingled with deeper and rougher kisses.
My body tingled with anticipation. His hands roamed my body. He was tender and careful, but there was no doubt he wanted to seize every ounce of flesh. Savor my skin. Drink in my kisses. My hips bucked to meet his fingers as they slid under my panties. They spread my velvet folds, stroking me wildly until I panted uncontrollably.
He kissed me as his fingers plunged inside me.
Oh shit. My eyes rolled back as he pumped in and out, drawing the first orgasm to the surface. My nails dug into AJ’s shoulders. My eyes shot open as my lips parted and the moans escaped with pleasure.
I shuddered and shook.
“More,” I whispered. “Please, more.”
My body still vibrated and my core ached while he worked the jeans and boxer briefs off his legs. I threw my tank top on the floor.
