She grinned.
“Let me grab a condom from my wallet.”
Reaching over, he grabbed his jeans, pulling out his wallet and grabbing the condom. She took it from him, and pushing him onto his back once more, she slid the condom over his hard shaft.
“Ride me, baby,” he told her, helping her straddle him, then guiding his cock inside her.
Heaven. He rocked up as she rested her hands on his chest, thrusting down. It didn’t take long until he was shaking with the need to come. He placed his thumb over her clit, flicking gently.
“Come with me, baby. Come now.”
He waited until she flew over the edge before following close behind.
Duncan moved around the kitchen quietly, trying desperately not to wake Laken. She was getting some much needed sleep, but his rumbling stomach had been keeping him awake. So he carefully left the bed and crept into the kitchen in search of food.
He searched through the cupboards and frowned when all he found was some peanut butter and bread. The fridge didn’t hold much more, just some cheese, milk and eggs.
Laken didn’t cook much, but the cupboards were sparse even for her. He wasn’t sure if the now-cold chicken would be okay to eat, so he set that in the fridge just in case. He then pulled out a plate, spooned up some mashed potatoes and roasted veggies, and heated them in the microwave.
He knew she didn’t have much money after opening her shop, but he hadn’t realized that she was literally living on just bread and cheese.
He settled down on the sofa, wincing as it creaked. He made a mental note to look at getting her a new bed, a bigger one. Maybe a TV, too. He’d need one if he was going to be spending more time here.
Of course, he could just bring her over to his place. He liked the idea of Laken in his bed, under his roof.
But she probably felt safer here, in her own place. He would do a lot to make Laken feel safe and happy.
Because he had never stopped loving her.
***
Laken blew out a breath in frustration. It was close to a week since she’d confessed about her attack and Duncan had spent nearly every night at her place, in her bed. He held her, touched her, kissed her. In fact he’d shown her more affection in the last week than in the year they had dated.
Each time they made love it was amazing. She was always left satisfied, but there was something missing. He was holding back.
Was he worried about hurting her? She knew he blamed himself; she saw it in his gaze when she caught him looking at her.
Laken rose and pulled on a robe before walking into the kitchen, puzzling over how to help Duncan get over his guilt.
She didn’t want to be that woman who was afraid of her own shadow. She didn’t want that asshole to win any longer. It was time to take back the things she loved.
Including submitting to Duncan.
Only he wasn’t cooperating. Every time she tried to bring up taking things to the next level, he balked. He wouldn’t take control of their sex life, he wouldn’t tie her up, and he definitely refused to take her to the club. His standard excuse: she needed more time.
Well, she’d had three fucking years.
Sure, she was worried about panicking again, but she was willing to try. She just had to convince Duncan to do the same.
She stomped around the kitchen, opening cupboards now filled with food. Every time he came around, he seemed to bring a bag of groceries.
“Someone needs a cup of coffee,” Duncan remarked calmly as he walked into the kitchen.
He reached for her cup, filling it with coffee.
“I can make my own damn coffee.” She grabbed for it, causing the hot coffee to spill onto her hand. She hissed.
Duncan’s gaze narrowed but he didn’t say anything. He reached for her hand, drawing her over to the sink. Running the water, he placed her hand beneath it, still holding on to her.