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He shrugs it off. “I’ve gotten shot enough times to get used to the pain. Besides, it’s not important.”
“Not important?”
“Not when I’m here. When this moment is here, and I never thought I’d ever meet a woman like you.” The sweetness of the statement is unexpected, and part of me wonders how great a length this man would actually go to keep me safe.
Any length, a nearly silent voice whispers in my head.
“Oh, I’m sure you met plenty of ladies in your former line of work,” I say, offering him a smile.
“I’m sure you’d like me to lie but it’s true. None of them were you, though, and they will never be.” He loops an arm around my lower back and drags me to him as his other hand lands on my ass and squeezes. “I don’t give a shit that we’ve only known each other for a couple days. There is a larger conversation that needs to happen here, but for tonight, you better strip.”
He pushes me back a step and waits for me to say something. Anything.
I point to the couch. “Sit.”
I want to take care of him, want him to rest and heal, because the last few days have been nothing but insanity. Except looking at him, at the desire flaring across his face, I know there’s no way to dissuade him.
He finally agrees, shifting to the edge of the couch and making himself comfortable, his arms across the back, sprawled and waiting.
Where the first time between us had been rushed and crazy, the second time a long and slow tasting, this time, I cherish every moment. Going slowly, I tear off the last bits of his ruined dress shirt. My gaze lingers on the stark white bandages against his golden skin before I shift to my knees in front of him.
Maintaining eye contact, I pry open the button of his pants, drawing down the zipper before I start to tug the material down past his hips, past his knees, until Marco wears only his boxers and a shit-eating grin.
This, I think as I twist his boxers off as well, his already-hard cock bouncing free, is what we fought for today, to share this time with each other and explore this connection.
Freedom.
Either way, I want us to be in this together from now on, to see where this goes and take it to the end.
I crawl up between his legs, fully clothed while he’s naked, and lean down to kiss him, laughing as I feel his smirk against my lips.
“You have entirely too many clothes on.” Without warning, Marco surges to his feet, his cock inches from my face before he strides over to the tree.
“You’re supposed to take it easy! Didn’t you hear what they told you?” Craning my neck, I stare after him as he grabs the end of a piece of ribbon wrapped around the tree base and starts to slowly unravel it.
“I heard,” he replies. “And I’m choosing to ignore it. Now, strip.”
I lurch to my feet and shuck it aside, the material such that I hadn’t been able to wear a bra today. The tiny square masquerading as underwear goes next, and I kick them over toward Marco.
He points to the floor, the plush rug set in front of the tree, and when I actually do as he tells me, he yanks my arms over my head, wrapping the ribbon around me. He starts at my wrists, then down my arms. He grabs another piece of very red ribbon and wraps the other arm, maneuvering me so I’m wrapped, my breasts pressed together on full display.
The ends are tied around my waist in a half assed little bow, and Marco widens my legs, trailing his mouth down to one nipple and laving it before he moves to the other. I’m dripping wet for him already.
“The best present I could have asked for, all wrapped in a bow,” he murmurs, trailing his mouth lower until I’m ready to do whatever he asks, as long as he actually touches me.
How will I ever be able to deny him anything?
Even concern for him takes a back seat to the hum in my body, the way my pussy clenches as he teases everywhere without actually touching my clit. I tilt my hips up to give him better access, wanting his face against my wetness. Instead, he dips his fingers over my pussy and pushes in until my inner muscles clench around him.
“Please.”
Hard or soft, fast or slow, I don’t give two shits. As long as he takes me right here. I’m begging for his nearness, and it doesn’t matter what else he says: he’s the wish I never thought I’d get, the one I made on every Christmas night. Well, once I got old enough to want these kinds of things.
The romance.
The heat.
Passion that scalds and soothes.
