“Everything has been confusing the last couple of weeks. I should’ve opened my mouth and asked instead of making assumptions.”
“Just promise never to do it again, and we’ll be perfect.”
She nods, her throat working on a swallow before speaking.
“I don’t want you to move to an apartment with me.”
I take a step back, my head automatically shaking, rejecting whatever damn idea she has in her pretty little head. I wasn’t joking about being unable to be away from her for long. Going to work, a requirement in my life, is going to be hard enough.
She chuckles, reaching for me again. I allow it because I never want to be very far away from her.
“Maybe I can pay rent here. I mean, if Kincaid would allow me to stay.”
“Here?” My voice comes out in a squeak.
“I feel safe here. I like it here. I’ve never felt more welcome than I do here at the clubhouse.”
My smile is wide when I press my lips to hers. This is the best damn news I’ve ever heard.
Chapter 38
Faith
How did I ever doubt what this man felt about me?
His care and concern are shown in the way he undresses me slowly, taking into consideration the sore spots on my body. My injuries aren’t going to stop him from getting inside of me, and since I’m just as desperate to reconnect with him that way, I have no objections.
He kisses me like he always has, and now that he’s confessed how he feels, I can tell that his touches have always been this way, only now I can enjoy them burden free, my mind not trying to convince me that it’s just going to be sex.
“You’re burning up, baby. Can you spread your legs a little wider?”
I oblige, opening myself up to him as his eyes land on my core and his hand works up and down his length.
“Show me,” he insists. “You know what I like.”
I moan, my back arching as my fingers tickle down my stomach before meeting the heat he was just praising at the apex of my thighs.
His teeth dig into his lower lip as my fingers circle my clit.
“You’re sure this isn’t going to be too much? I don’t want to hurt you more.”
“I’ll be in more pain than I can bear if you don’t get suited up and get between my legs.”
I’m near the edge of the orgasmic cliff from my own ministrations and the promise of pleasure he always brings by the time he has the condom rolled down his cock.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers as he cautiously climbs on the bed.
“Then make love to me slowly,” I urge, my arousal-slick hand reaching for him.
He takes it in his mouth, groaning at the taste he just can’t seem to get enough of. The rumble from his pleasure travels up my arm and settles in my chest.
Great sex is one thing. Being in love is another. Having both at the same time? I never thought this would happen to me. I don’t question how easily I’ve gone from doubting he even cares at all to accepting his love. He said the words, and there’s one thing I’ve always known about Ethan Packwood, he always speaks the truth. He wouldn’t have used those words as a weapon to make me stick around. He said them because they’re true. This man is going to love me forever, and I plan to make sure he never regrets his decision.
“Fill me,” I beg, my body eager for his.
His lips meet mine as he settles over me cautiously.
“Baby,” he breathes as the tip of his cock meets my scorching heat.
We’ve come together like this so many times, he doesn’t even have to look to line himself up where I desperately need him. This is muscle memory, an act we’ll both play parts in forever.
I groan as he finds the end of me, loving how thick and ready he always is, cherishing the perfect way we fit together.
“Always so good, baby. Fuck, I wanna do this forever and ever.”
I bite my lower lip when he pulls back before slowly filling me again. This may be the slowest he’s ever taken me, but it’s absolutely amazing. I thought I needed fast to get off, but the look in his eyes as he watches my face and the slow roll of his hips on every upward thrust is going to get me there.
“Do you feel me?”
I nod, so close to orgasm that words are impossible right now.
“Here?” he asks, drawing my hand up and placing it on his chest.
His heart thunders behind his ribcage, and I know it’s running wild from more than exertion.
“Oh God!” I yell, my body convulsing, core clamping around him.
His breathing grows more ragged, hot bursts of air rushing over my lips.