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Until there was nothing but us, just the sensation of being one, together.
My fourth orgasm detonated, tight and hot and absolute. I cried out, pulling Lucas closer to me. And then he lost all rhythm and his strokes became wild, wilder.
“Fuck,” he groaned, emptying himself into me.
I moaned with him, undone by the sheer power of the moment.
Skin slicked with perspiration, we slowly grew still, Lucas slumping on me for a heartbeat before supporting his weight with his elbows. He stared down at me, still embedded inside. “I get it,” he murmured, thumbs brushing little patterns on my temples.
“Get what?” God, I loved the feel of him inside me.
“What you’ve been trying to tell me, show me, for a while now.”
“And what’s that?”
“I don’t have to wrap you in cotton wool.”
I raised my eyebrows.
He chuckled, sending delicious little vibrations through his body into mine. “I know, I know. How you handled Maureen, the cops, your parents…” He brushed his lips over mine and then shook his head. “Okay, so it was a little bit riskier than I would like, but you did it. You want to protect me as much as I want to prote
ct you, keep you safe. I understand it now. But I will never stop being scared for your life, babe, for your safety. And there will always be a part of me that will regret dragging you into my world.”
I opened my mouth to tell him to stop being an idiot but he shook his head.
“But I will never, ever listen to that regret. Nor let it come between us. You are my life. And I love that life more than I ever thought I could.”
I smiled up at him. “So, no more wrapping me up in cotton wool?”
“No more wrapping you up in cotton wool.”
“Good.”
He arched an eyebrow. “But tell me…what’re your thoughts on latex? Black, skin-tight latex?”
I laughed. He tickled me. And then we were kissing again.
Life with Lucas Pratt was—
My phone burst into life. So did Groot, scurrying into the room from wherever he’d been, barking and yapping and bouncing off furniture.
Laughing, Lucas rolled off me and scooped him up.
I stole a few seconds to admire his naked ass before climbing to my feet and retrieving my phone from my handbag.
It was Dad. Of course.
“Where are you?”
My chest tightened at the worry in his voice. Guilt joined in. But only a little guilt. He’d been a son of a bitch to Lucas—and me—for Pete’s sake. “Safe,” I answered, tracking Lucas as—buck naked, and with Groot tucked in one arm—he searched Lila’s refrigerator.
It didn’t surprise me he was hungry. We’d both expended a lot of energy just now.
“What does safe mean?”
I let out a sigh. “Dad, I’m fine. I will continue to be fine. I take it you have been released?”
“I’m out. Your mother tells me I have someone called Dr. Winchester to thank.”
