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My back arches up at the violence of this feeling, but then lowers again as the orgasm releases me from its hold, and I’m left weak and boneless.
Damon pulls his fingers from me and his mouth from my pussy. I can feel him straighten his posture, somehow know he’s watching me.
After what feels like forever, he speaks to me with a voice full of masculine approval and amusement.
“You okay?”
What’s okay? I don’t know the meaning of that word quite yet.
Right now, I’m just … suspended in a place I’ve never known before.
I haven’t opened my eyes yet, haven’t been able to make sense of what I just felt and how he was able to do it to me.
With shallow gasps of air, I wait for my heartrate to drop down, for the aftershocks I hadn’t expected to stop bursting through me.
I’m left lying on the counter, completely naked without concern, happily floating on waves of exhaustion and whatever hormones my body has spilled down my veins.
“That’s a neat trick,” I finally answer, still breathless.
He kisses my bellybutton and squeezes my hips.
“Stay there for a second. I need to grab something.”
Forcing my upper body up, I blink away the haze of sex, my trust issues rushing back, worrying about what he’s doing.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
Damon is leaving the kitchen, but he stops in the doorway to look back at me.
“I’m heading to the bathroom to grab a washcloth and soap.”
“For what?”
He leans against the doorframe and shakes his head.
“The trust issues are strong in you.”
“You’ll learn to accept them,” I say, not really joking because I’ll always question everything.
“Maybe. But for now, I’m getting a washcloth to clean you up. Hasn’t anybody ever taken care of you after sex?”
Not that we hadsex, but I’m not sure that’s what matters.
“No.”
His expression drops, but it’s anger I see swirling behind his amber eyes.
“We’re changing that now, Blue.”
“Nobody takes care of me,” I blurt out, unsure if it’s a confession or a demand.
I take care of myself.
I don’t need anybody else.
At least, that’s what life has always taught me.
He pushes away from the doorframe and asks, “Have you never let a man take care of you, or has one never offered?”
