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“Let me do the same,” I offer.

“Okay,” she says, with a giggle that fucking titillates me.

I cover my hands in soap and lather her body, massaging as gently as possible, conscious of my rough, calloused palms, not wanting to cause her any more pain.

I was rough with her and even though it was the first time for the both of us, I feel like I should have exercised more control.

But I never expected her feminine lures to weaken my resolve to the point where all I wanted was to bury myself so deep inside her sweet little pussy and refuse to separate until I put a baby in her.

Crazy, I know.

I caress her nipples, remembering the way I mauled them. Now I kiss them—Mea culpa—brushing my lips over the bruises.

And when my soapy hand slides to her pretty little well-fucked pussy my disobedient cock shoots up in an attempt to re-enter her warm wetness. A phantom tightness grips my shaft and I can almost feel her hot walls squeeze around me again.

But I close my eyes and fight the urge to return to nirvana. Instead, I fall to my knees and plant a trail of kisses from her chest down to her divine cunt.

I kiss her softly. Knowing she’s bound to be a little sensitive, I worship her with care, drinking in her scent that smells like satisfaction.

And by the time I turn off the faucet, I’ve given her a thorough inspection with my mouth and tongue, lapped up her juices, and held her tight.

We sit in front of the living room fireplace, me in my boxers and her in a sexy negligee that heats my blood.

She insists on staying in the living room with me, even though I know that won’t be such a good idea. With her leaving tomorrow, I want to make this as easy as possible, although I know giving her up is the toughest thing I’ve ever had to do.

“Silas, what are you doing down there?” she asks from the couch.

“Sleeping,” I say.

“You’re sleeping half-naked on the hard floor without covers, surely you must be uncomfortable,” she points out.

“I’m fine,” I say, curtly, trying not to think about how good she would feel cuddled up in my arms by the fire. “Besides, won’t you be more comfortable in the bed?”

“I much prefer to be down here with you. I feel safer,” she says. And the statement is my Achilles heel as I feel the will to resist drain away.

How can you say that after how I acted earlier?

“Safe from what?”

And right on cue a sharp crack rends the silence, trailed by a thunderous roar. She slips off the couch and onto the floor, and my body reacts automatically, pulling her into my chest.

“See, you’re good at it.” She smiles up at me.

Those soft velvety brown eyes are searching, looking into me while her lush lips part ever so slightly. A moist tendril sticks to her face and my hands move without permission, tucking the stray lock behind her ear. A quickening pulse throbs under the pads of my fingers. Her skin, soft and smooth, her scent soapy with a hint of feminine sweetness, work together to entice me.

I’m no longer happy with a mere touch, I’ve fallen under her spell.

I part her tender lips, dying to get another taste, to be swamped in paradise once more. But I rein in my desire and curse. I pull back.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me,” she says.

I’m holding my life in my hands. She’s my present and everything I can hope for in the future. The woman I want to have my children, to share dreams with, and grow old with. But I can’t move forward without telling her about the secrets that haunt me whenever I close my eyes.

“Maybe you need to be afraid of me,” I growl. “I’m ready to tell you everything.”

She nods slowly.

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