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I twisted out of his grip, my eyes widening. “You would?”
“You are so innocent,” he murmured, looking down at me. “Even after everything you’ve been through. You don’t realize how perfect you are.”
“I’m far from perfect. I’m a mess, Shaw. I have nightmares, I have a son who I love more than I’ll ever love anyone else—”
“Love’s not a competition,” he interrupted. “You don’t have to worry about any decent man being afraid that you love your son too much.”
I touched his face, surprising myself by doing it, but he just didn’t seem real. He seemed more like that dream I’d had the other night, of touching the man with the ruined face, the sense of love that had flowed between us. I’d woken up with my slick running down my legs and an urgent, aching want, and I’d stumbled out into the hallway looking for something or someone. But that very need had scared me.
Maybe if I gave into my need, just a little, it would be more controllable. Because I ached looking at Shaw.
“You seem a little too good to be true,” I whispered to Shaw.
There was a flicker of pain in his gaze, there and gone, before he fixed me with a smile. “Then test me. You’ve been hurt, you need to know you’re safe now, so however you want to test me, go ahead. I promise I’ll always be good to you.”
“That doesn’t sound right.” I shook my head, knowing no one deserved to be tested.
“You’re going to do it anyway,” he said quietly, resting his hand over mine so it stayed cupped to the hard angles of his cheek. His stubble was rough against my palm. “Trying to figure out if anything can make us hurt you, if you can let yourself be loved. So why shouldn’t we just talk about it?”
Loved.I froze on the word, my lips parting, though I had no idea what to say. I should say a lot of things. That we barely knew each other, that it was complicated, that we didn’t even know if I would get to stay. But I didn’t manage to say any of it. Didn’twantto say any of it.
Shaw leaned forward and covered my lips with his.
His kisses felt tentative, as if he wasn’t sure I would want him and he didn’t want to press me. When I kissed him back, his body heated against mine, and he leaned into me. His hand cupped my jaw and held me close, his face angling until he teased the tip of his tongue against the seam of my lips. My thighs throbbed as I opened my mouth to him, letting him taste me.
He kissed me more deeply, his tongue teasing mine in an intimate dance. At first, I was passive, letting him kiss me, the way I’d grown accustomed to just taking kisses.
Then suddenly, it felt like I woke up. I began to lick into his mouth, and his hands on my body sent electricity tingling through every bit of skin.
Then slowly, he walked me back to the bed, his hands sliding under my shirt. I reached for his belt, unbuckled it, slid his jeans down his hips.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, and I pushed his hands away as he started to pull my t-shirt away. Hiding the mark on my skin was second nature now.
Instead, I stepped quickly out of my leggings and panties, then felt a sudden flush of embarrassment as the coppery scent seemed to rise more strongly around us both.
But he didn’t seem to notice how awkward I was, keeping my shirt on, or how I smelled. He only seemed to grow more turned on, kissing me more deeply, his hands gliding up and down my thighs until I ground forward against him, forgetting to be self conscious.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and we kept kissing, wrapped together. I wasn’t sure if I was the one who guided us toward the bed or if he was, but my desire for him was wild and strong and… vulnerable. I couldn’t stop expecting him to reject me, even as his strong hands gripped my hips and he kissed me like he couldn’t get enough of me.
Finally, I was the one who broke away and climbed onto the bed. I expected him to join me and kiss me again, but instead, he climbed between my legs and spread my thighs apart.
I gasped and my knees closed as I shook my head.
“I told you to test me,” he said, his gaze fixed on me as he pressed another kiss to my knee. His hands glided up and down my thighs. “I’m never going to see you as anything other than desirable, Amelia.”
A rueful smile came to his lips. “Believe me, I’ve tried. Maybe you should be off limits, but you’re all I want. You’re all I can think about.”
Those words felt dangerous and yet lit a wild glow of warmth in my chest.
His tongue started licking a slow path up my thighs, making me gasp and writhe beneath him. He paused at the junction of my legs, pressing a light kiss against my lip before he exhaled, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver up my spine. His hands grasped my hips firmly, holding me in place as his tongue licked boldly down my center.
I moaned, my back arching off the bed. As my hips swung in the air, my hands reached out to grasp the headboard.
His tongue swirled through my folds, exploring every nook and cranny. Those bright green eyes met mine while his tongue sent a hot ache licking up through my core, through my stomach, until delicious tension sang through every part of my body.
His tongue continued to swirl and lap against me, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I was in a state of pure bliss, and I could barely keep still as he pushed me higher and higher.
His tongue slid up and down, heat radiating from it. He licked and kissed me, pushing me ever closer to the edge. I was lost in a sea of pleasure, my entire body trembling and quivering with each movement of his expert tongue. I was so close that I could feel it--my orgasm was just within my reach, but it still seemed so far away.
