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Was she looking for the same thing as him?
He pressed harder, paying attention to her response, and she returned with a force of her own. Her hands pushed at his chest and he fell back, carefully lifting his legs onto the bed while she shed her clothes.
She carefully swung her leg over his hips and settled down exactly where he wanted her. Her blond hair, curly and unruly, framed her flushed cheeks like petals on a wildflower. Her lips were swollen from his kiss and her hazel eyes tracked her hands as she lightly trailed her nails across his chest.
He swallowed hard as he took her in.
She was so fucking beautiful.
Frowning, she asked, “Are you in pain?”
Several things hit him at once. Concern for his mom, frustration at his injury, and confusion over the depth of his feelings for this woman he couldn’t get enough of.
Before he could filter his response, he nodded.
She went up on her knees, concern filling her eyes. “I’m so sorry, does the pressure hurt your leg? Where does it h—”
Graham settled a hand on her smooth thigh, easing her back down. He circled her wrist with his fingers and pressed her hand over his heart.
“Here.” His voice came out thick. “It hurts here.”
Her eyes went soft and she stilled as his heart beat steadily against her palm. “Graham,” she whispered, then bent down to brush her lips against his.
They remained in that position for long moments, hands wedged between their hearts as they kissed softly. Reverently. Both knowing there were things he wanted to say but probably never would.
She brushed her nose against his and buried her face in his neck, just beneath his jaw. She inhaled deeply and sighed with pleasure, sending his body to a higher precipice.
“I love the way you smell.”
He lifted his chin to give her better access, sliding his free hand down her back. He brushed her backside and squeezed gently before trailing back up her ribs. Her perfect lips covered his face with kisses, and his throat was so tight he didn’t trust himself to speak.
But when he cupped her face in his palms and she sighed happily, he thought maybe that was okay. He looked her in the eye and arched up to kiss her, gaze unwavering.
He’d always preferred action to talking, anyway.
Claire slept like the dead beside him.
He couldn’t stop looking at her.
Something was happening inside the hollow cavern of his chest and for the first time in a long time, he didn’t have the urge to run away screaming.
Which worked out because he couldn’t run even if he wanted to.
As a guy who hadn’t been in love since the eighth grade, he wasn’t usually one to wax poetic after sex. He wasn’t a hit-it-and-quit-it kind of guy, but he didn’t dwell on it long after the fact, either.
Sure, there were high points pinned in his memory as particularly good, but every single one paled in comparison to the past week with Claire. He wouldn’t be surprised if the others started to fall off his radar completely.
He desperately hoped Claire felt the same. He still worried it wasn’t as enjoyable for her because of his physical limitations, but he’d been creative in his endeavor to please her and so far, she’d voiced no complaints.
On the contrary, the sounds she made were...encouraging. To put it mildly.
What made these last few experiences stand out was how it felt everywhere, not just the usual places. The second she made eyes at him and he knew what was about to happen, his stomach dropped in anticipation. His heart leaped into his throat and his lungs constricted. It was hard to breathe or think about anything that wasn’t her.
Them.
Carefully, so as not to jostle her, he pushed to a sitting position. He grabbed his laptop and propped it on his lap, turning the screen light to the dimmest setting.
