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I didn’t want to be numb anymore.

He gave me more than that, he gave me excitement and laughter, and for those few moments that he was with me, it was as though I could release my worries and feel safe in his arms.

His hands moved down over the curve of my ass, his fingers tickling just underneath. “You’ve got five seconds,” he warned, pressing his forehead to mine. “One…”

I licked my lips, finally throwing a ‘fuck it’ to the wind and pressed my hands against his lower abdomen. His muscles clenched under my touch and it sent a spark of power through me, knowing he was just as affected as I was.

“Two…” he growled through clenched teeth.

His eyes burned into mine and I could feel his hot breath on my lips. I needed this, I needed him. I was done pushing everything aside out of fear. Maybe it was selfish, after everything I’d done and put Harlyn and Optimus through, that I would take this one thing for myself.

“Th—”

“Five,” I snapped, refusing to think any longer, pushing forward and pressing my lips against his. He was ready for me, catching me in his arms and lifting me off the ground. He carried me just a few steps and turned us. My back thumped against the wall. I gasped, and he used the moment of weakness, his tongue diving inside my mouth.

I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him, surrounding me, sucking the air from my lungs, stealing my soul with one kiss. My arms hooked around his neck, I held him close as his hips pinned me against the wall, holding my body up, grinding against me. His hands palmed my ass, his fingers digging in so hard that I could already tell in the morning I would have bruises as proof of this night.

I was scared to death of my feelings for Wrench, frightened how he could destroy me if he walked away… again. I’d fought so hard over these past few weeks to get my mind back to a place where I could think straight, and where I could stand on my own two feet.

I still wasn’t quite there and I worried this would undo all the work I’d done and take me right back to that place. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, Wrench gave me strength that I couldn’t deny, and right now, strength was what I needed in order to fight back and get my life returned to normal. Well, as normal as my life could ever be.

Wrench pulled away and I gasped, sucking in air to my starved lungs. “No more fucking running away. Whatever you’ve got going, I want to be there with you,” he said, his breathing heavy and his eyes staring straight into mine like he could see inside my soul.

I guess maybe he could.

Wrench had seen me break down, he’d seen me struggle with the difference between reality and the lies my mind told itself.

“It’s not that easy,” I whispered, twisting my fingers in his hair and giving it a sharp tug. He groaned but didn’t let up.

“Let me in,” he pleaded. “I’m not promising I’ll fix you, but I’m promising to stand beside you and accept you. The real you… the you that you try to hide.”

My heart raced, thundering inside my chest like it might at any moment just give out.

He didn’t want to fix me.

How long had it been since I’d heard those words?

Never.

They all wanted to fix me. They all thought I was broken.

I thought I was broken.

I slammed my mouth back down onto his, not knowing any other way to express how I was feeling in that moment. He pressed back, with just as much emotion and passion. I held tight as he moved us again, this time to the kitchen table, setting me on the edge as we untangled ourselves from one another. Feverishly, he tugged at my jeans, so I laid back, lifting my hips off the table as he finally got them free and pulled them down my legs. He bent over my body and lifted my shirt, pressing soft feathery kisses to my stomach.

“How sturdy is this table?” he asked, a cheeky tone to his voice.

“I’m not sure,” I answered with a shudder. “I’ve never had sex on it before.”

He chuckled as his tongue snaked out and circled my belly button. “First for everything.”

I had a feeling he was going to be a lot of firsts. He pulled back, making quick work of his clothes which went flying in all directions. A shirt landing in the kitchen, his club cut tossed across and onto the couch and his pants somehow flinging across the room and knocking over one of my lamps.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re destroying my living room.”

He grinned at me as he tore open a condom that he’d fished out of God knows where within the chaos, and tossed that across the room too. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna be destroying something else in a few seconds.” My mouth fell open in shock, and he groaned. “Close it, sugar plum, before I fill it up.”

I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth as he reached for my panties. The coolness of the wooden table sent a shiver up my spine and my whole body trembled. He reached for my shirt next, moving quickly and swiftly as though he was struggling to keep his composure.

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