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Cage cut off her words with a kiss. He’d heard enough. There’d be time to talk later. Now? Now, he wanted to make love to his woman.

It wasn’t fucking. For the first time in his life, he didn’t want to fuck. This was sensual and bone deep. He needed Angel like he needed air. There were no rough or quick touches, no need for haste or quiet.

He removed her clothing and she removed his. He laid their cuts out on the floor and he guided Angel down on top of them. She was, without a doubt, the most magnificent sight. More perfect and radiant than any sunset.

And when they kissed? Cage felt his connection to her turn primal. He knew in that moment that he had fallen for her. No takebacks, no exchanges.

He only separated from her long enough to grab a condom from his wallet. Neither of them was ready, emotionally or physically, for another pregnancy. Eventually, Cage noted to himself.

As he slid inside her slick folds, Cage knew he’d found home. He’d been wandering for most of his life, but finally, finally, he was home. With her. The badass woman who’d stolen his heart and soul.

He pulled himself over her on his hands. “I’m going to say this once, Selene Matthews. You’re mine. I’m never letting you go. I’m going to move into your house and we’re going to be a family. Someday we’ll talk about having more kids and someday soon I’m going to get my ring on your finger.”

Angel rocked her hips upwards, letting him sink deeper inside her. She lifted her hands to cup his face. He could see it then, in the brights of her eyes. She loved him too.

She lowered his face down to hers and took possession of his lips. Then she moved her mouth to his left ear and said, “Fine, but I’m still not wearing your cut.”

Then she flipped him and rode them both to oblivion.

If Angel smoked, she’d be in need of a cigarette after that. Cage was sitting up with his jeans under his ass. Angel was lying between his legs with her pants under her ass, half-draped back against him. Both were still naked and neither was making any indication that they wanted or needed to move.

“I’ve never done that before.” Angel was playing with his hands for no other reason than an excuse to touch him.

“Made love in a bathroom?” he inquired with a light chuckle. “I beg to differ.”

Angel shook her head. “‘Made love’,” she specified. “I’ve never understood the difference before now. I always just figured it was some saying Romcoms came up with because they needed a word that was gentler than ‘fuck’.” She shrugged. “I get it, though. Now. That was…”

Cage bent down and took her lips. “I know what you mean. I guess you could say we popped each other’s ‘love cherries’ tonight.”

Angel smiled up at him. “Do you feel lighter? I do. Like I was carrying all this extra weight on my shoulders and now it’s just…gone.”

She looked up his body to see him nod. “Yeah. Not necessarily lighter but definitely more settled.”

“Guess there’s something to this whole love thing after all,” Angel joked.

He raised a hand to cup her face. “You don’t have to say it if you’re not ready,” he told her gently. “Just know I feel it and I meant every word I said to you.”

She turned her face to press a kiss to his palm. “Me too.”

“Does that make me your ol’ lady now?”

Angel chuckled. “If the cut fits.”

He smiled down at her. “I want to make love to you again, but I’m out of condoms. Plus,” he indicated around them, “I would really like to make love to you in a bed. Bathrooms are fun and all, but not really convenient.” Then he added, “Or sanitary.”

Angel was trying really hard not to think about the fact that they were on the floor of a public bathroom. But, considering that she still had Nathan Moore’s blood and who knew what else on her, the bathroom floor was probably cleaner than she was.

Cage’s thumb was rubbing over her tattooed wrist. “Want to tell me about these?”

Angel knew what he was referring to, but she still looked down. “After we lost Amber,” she swallowed hard, “after I couldn’t feel her anymore… My mom was so determined that she was alive. She wouldn’t believe me when I told her that Amber was gone. The guilt, I think,” Angel added. “No mother wants to admit that she failed to protect her child.”

Angel cleared her throat. “I thought I could find her. I thought that, maybe, I could feel where her body was and bring her home. Then Mom would stop looking, stop telling people that Amber was still out there somewhere…” A shudder ran through her at the memories. “A man found me on the streets. I was able to get away before he touched me, but I cut my wrists really badly when I cut the ties.”

Angel closed her eyes, not wanting to see the scars that reminded her every day that she almost became a statistic.

Cage’s voice was gruff with emotion. “That’s why you fought so hard for Bree to live.”

“That’s why I fight for everyone to live. Life is too precious, too fleeting, and everyone deserves a chance to live it.”

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