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“Who do you belong to, Kennedy?” I ask, idly tracing the curve of her knee.
“You,” she answers promptly.
“That’s right. Me. I’ve let him touch you because I wanted you to have what you needed to heal, but the only person you belong to—the only man youanswer to—isme. Jonathan is getting much too comfortable with the idea that he has some kind of claim to you, and that’ll have to be corrected. He can look at you and want you all he wants, but he is not welcome to touch you anymore. Understand?”
She swallows and nods, her eyes big and worried.
“The onlyman allowed access to your body from now on is me.”
She nods again.
“You were mine the moment I first saw you, Kennedy.” I trail my fingers along the outside of her thigh. “Neither of us knew it yet, but you were.”
The worry eases and her face melts into a soft little smile.
I grab her legs and pull her down so she’s closer to me on the mattress. Once I’m between her thighs where I want to be, I lean down and brace my forearms on the bed on either side of her.
I watch her face as I guide us into uncharted waters. My map isn’t marked for territory like this so I’m not positive it’s the right move, but I know we’ve talked this to death and I still don’t entirely feel I’ve gotten through to her.
So, I’ll try something different.
“Mine means mine to me, Kennedy. I’m not Jonathan. Maybe he’s happy to share, but I’m not. It fucking shattered me that you went to him that night.”
Her face falls, but I stay the course.
She couldn’t have handled this a few nights ago, but she’s already getting stronger. I think she can take it now—and I know I can fix it if I’m wrong.
“You are the only woman I want, and I know it wasn’t about wanting him, but…” I look down and clear my throat. “I love my son, Kennedy, but I won’t lose you to him.”
Kennedy gently grabs my face and pulls me close. “That will never happen. I’m so sorry I even made a thought like that pass through your mind,” she whispers, kissing my face. “I’m so sorry, Milo. I love you so much.”
“I know,” I tell her, enjoying each and every apologetic kiss she presses against my skin.
“You’re theonlyman I want, I swear. The only man I’ve ever wanted. If I’ve ever made you doubt that for a single second, I am so, so sorry.”
“I know.” I catch her hand and kiss it. “But talk is cheap, sweetheart. You need to show me.”
I swear to God, she sighs with relief. Her slim arms lock around me and she holds me as close as she can. “I will,” she promises. “I’ll show you every single day if you need me to.”
Kennedy has told me she’s sorry, and I know she is.
I’ve told her that I understand and forgive her for any hurt she inflicted while she was trying to find her way through the pain, and I meant it.
But, at the end of the day, words can only take us so far.
Kennedy’s hand slides down between our bodies. She reaches into my pants and gently tugs me free. Her soft hand wraps tightly around my shaft and my eyes drift closed.
As she works me, my body gets so hot I feel like I’m boiling in my own skin. I need to get out of these clothes, so I reach down to push her hand away, then sit back on my legs and go to pull off my shirt.
When I do, I’m startled by the sight of a red stain on the bottom of my white dress shirt.
What the hell is that?
Kennedy gasps, pushing up on her elbows. Her eyes widen and jump to my face, alarmed. “Oh, my god. Are you… bleeding?”
My confusion deepens, but then I remember I was just between her thighs.
My gaze drops, and five fucking tons of stress falls off my shoulders.
