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“What’s the matter?” I lifted her chin with my finger. She blinked, releasing a fresh wave. I reached for a tissue and wiped the tears away.
“I don’t know who I am anymore.”
“You’re Grace. The same beautiful woman I’ve loved since I was fifteen.”
She pulled in another sniffle before blowing her nose. “Fifteen? Not after you fixed my Harley?”
A shrug rolled over my shoulder. “I was already madly in love with you by then. I had a crush on you before I let you fuck me.”
“You let me fuck you?”
“Yes, and then I let you teach me about every arousing spot on your body.” I nipped at her. “Do you remember all the spots, Grace?” I swept my fingers underneath her knee, and she closed her eyes. I went for the inner thigh next, drawing to her apex until she opened her legs.
“Hunter…your hand.”
“I can’t feel my hand when I touch you.” I kissed her down her neck, heading south for her swollen breasts and pebbled nipples. My unscathed hand drew up her inner thigh, and she opened her legs, letting me feel along the soaked fabric of her panties.
“Good girl.” I bit on her nipple through her bra and tugged the panties aside, drawing my fingers along her wet pussy lips. She writhed in my hold until burning pain reached my scorched palm, and I winced in pain.
“Fuck. I need meds.”
“You need cream,” she murmured.
“That’s what she said.”
She choked with a cute snort. “The pain’s getting to your head, and if we don’t go to the hospital in the next five minutes, you’ll turn into a total asshole. Let me put on the cream and drive you to the ER.”
“And here I was, ready to make love to you.”
“We can do that when we come back. Right here, on this counter.”
“Kitchen?”
“Everywhere,” she grinned. “I want you everywhere.”
“I can’t give you what you want, Grace. I can’t give you babies.”
“All I want is you. I… I just want to be with you.”
“And kids?”
“You said you’d be open to adoption, but we can talk about that after your hand heals.”
I took her lips and got lost in her delicate mouth. Her body eased back into mine, diminishing my pain. God, how much I wanted to give her everything she deserved: safety, a family, and a baby…or babies.
What if Rachel was right?
CHAPTER 16
GRACE
Hunter’s hand healed like wild Tarzan’s: unexpectedly fast. His skin regrew like he was immune to the injury. We changed the dressing daily, and he hid the pain searing through his arm every time I applied the prescribed ointment. Thank God there was a doctor in the family. I followed Jules’ strict rules for three days, and I didn’t let him touch me. He tried many times, but I was afraid I’d hurt him.
Sheets were twisted around my right side, and Hunter’s skin burned against mine on the left. His left hand drew up my thigh, and a soft moan escaped my mouth. The sun had risen a few hours ago, and we’d slept in. Hunter’s hair held a messy morning look that set my ovaries on full alert. I stood up, but he grabbed me by my wrist.
“Come on. You couldn’t get enough of me in Costa Rica.”
“You weren’t injured in Costa Rica.”
