“I’m okay,” I immediately answered, his eyes tracking my expression as he exhaled, looking down for a moment before seeming to gather himself.
“Holy fuck,” he muttered and pulled out, my eyes riveted to his face and the transformation I saw there. Whatever this moment had let loose, I knew it wasn’t going away, and I loved that.
“Stratton?” I whispered softly.
His eyes flashed to mine as he pinned me to the bed with an intense stare. My voice was shaky. “Thank you. I know I am sort of a mess, and—”
“Not a mess,” he insisted, kissing my face gently. “You’re perfect, angel. Absolutely perfect. But don’t ever scare me like that again, you understand?”
I nodded.
“Good.” He exhaled again as if I had terrified him.
When he picked me up, I didn’t even ask where we were going. It didn’t matter. I knew he would take care of me.