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She pressed up on her uninjured hand and stared down at him. “You did that specifically because you wanted to be with me?”
“Yes.” Everything about him went still, but he held her gaze. “I thought because of the way I look and who I associate with you’d think I live my life a certain way. A little reckless. I wanted to be able to prove to you that you’re safe with me. I have the results on my phone.” He looked toward the bathroom where he’d left it in his jeans. “I can show them to you.”
“They’d have your real name on them.”
His eyes went wide, then he swore under his breath.
She reassured him. “I believed you when you said you’d never lie to me.” Before he could respond, she rolled her hips and pressed her wet center to his thick dick, slid up it until the head met her soft folds, and she slid back and took him in.
His hands clamped on her hips. “Angel, baby, you feel so fucking fantastic.”
She wanted to tell him he felt better than that, but she didn’t have any words left as the pleasure took hold, and his warmth and strength and desire filled her.
She kissed him, long and deep, moving her hips up and down his hard shaft, his hands brushing over her skin, holding her close, amplifying every ripple of pleasure coursing through her.
She rose up and rode him, her head tilted back, her long hair brushing her ass as she moved. One of his hands was over her breasts, squeezing and molding the soft mounds in his palms, his fingers tugging ather tight nipple. She loved knowing he watched her as she took her time finding the right spot and thrilling to the feeling of him sliding in and out of her. His hand left her breast, sliding down her belly to the very spot where they were joined. His thumb brushed against her clit, and she moved against him until that ripple of pleasure became a wave that crashed over her and she came, rocking her hips against his as he thrust into her again and again, spilling himself inside her. She fell limp onto his chest.
She buried her face in his neck and tried to keep her weight on the other side of his injured shoulder and arm.
He held her with his good arm, his chest heaving as the seconds ticked by and they both calmed and settled into the quiet.
“Are you okay?” she asked on a whisper.
“I’ve never been better. Ever.”
She laughed under her breath. “I mean, your shoulder?”
He hugged her closer. “I’m fine, Angel. Is your wrist okay?”
“All of me feels perfect.”
This time he laughed. “Good. Then, you’ll want to do this again sometime.”
“Are you ready?”
He lifted his head to look at her. “For real?”
She shook her head. “I’ll give you five minutes,” she teased.
His head fell back on the bed. “After that, I need at least an hour.”
“M?”
“Yeah, Angel?”
“This is perfect.” She kissed his neck, right over his rioting pulse.
“It will be when I finish what I’m doing and I can give every part of me to you.”
“I just want you to know that even this much is enough for me.” She meant it.
He shifted so she was lying next to him and they were face-to-face. He put his hand on her cheek and stared into her eyes. “I don’t deserve that. And you deserve a hell of a lot more than what I’m giving you.”
“You’ve been honest. That’s enough.”
“Even when I’m keeping things from you?”
“I know you’re doing it because you have a good reason. One that matters to you. One you believe in.”
