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I nearly swooned right off my bench when he hit me with a combo of sucking on my neck and soaping up my chest, paying special attention to my nipples. He caressed circles all over my skin and pinched my hardening nubs; my flesh reacting despite the warm steamy air.

Down my chest to my hips then my thighs, his slick hands were broad and gentle. Back up my thighs, he cupped my balls in both hands and massaged them with soap.

Liam kissed the base of my neck. "Do you want me to …?"

I tipped my head back, causing him to move his lips to my shoulder. "Yes … please, yes." I reached back for his head with my good arm as he took my hardening cock into his hand.

The feel of his palm stroking my shaft was rapturous. I grunted as he used his thumb to play with my slit and the ridge of my cockhead. He hummed against my shoulder.

"I love you," he whispered and increased the pace of his fist. I couldn't speak, I was so caught up. Again, this sweet man was accepting my limitations, meeting me where I was capable. I had no way to stand up to receive his attention. He'd kneeled to my level to show his love for me.

Liam pumped faster, his soapy hand losing its lather. The resulting friction was glorious. I could feel the pinching tightening in my body behind my groin. My ass cheeksclenched as much as they were able, and my legs danced. I gripped the edge of the bench as flashes of light appeared behind the lids of my closed eyes. My core shuddered as I climaxed—hard.

My boyfriend, the man who loved me chuckled as he kissed the curve of my neck. "I felt that shockwave through my lips, but we should concentrate on getting clean. I got sidetracked."

"I appreciate your ability to veer off task."

He laughed then rose and used the soap to wash my back and my arms, then angled himself so he could wash my calves and feet. Not once did he hesitate as he touched my atrophied legs.

He even cleaned between my toes.

After he was done, he rinsed me and then washed himself. He stepped out first, dried my back, handed me the towel, then toweled himself off. I did my best to dry my skin with one arm.

"Throw my towel on my seat." I handed it to him.

Liam smoothed it out on my cushion, lifted me onto it, and took us back to the bedroom. I picked out the clothes I wanted to wear, then Liam knew what to do.

He transferred me to the bed so I could put on my clothes. I needed his assistance. He was sweet about it. Ten minutes later, we were upstairs in the kitchen, looking in the fridge.

"I only want a few scrambled eggs," Liam said.

"Let's make a panful of them. I'm all for a single-item meal."

Liam was pushing the eggs around the hot frying pan when Mamma entered the room.

"It's nice to see you here, Liam," she said then looked at me. "I was worried sick about you. I wish you'd let me go to the hospital. Meera said you were only slightly injured, but I would have liked to see it for myself. Instead, you come home in the middle of the night and then stay in your room for days."She tsked at me and then touched Liam's arm. "Thank you for taking care of my son."

Liam smiled at her. "I told him."

Mamma's eyebrows rose and she smiled wide and excitedly. She turned back to me and touched my face. "You two fit so well together. I can sense Liam is kind and loving with you."

"He really is. It's one of the many reasons I love him."

After the couple of days I'd spent with him, I never wanted Liam to leave my side again. I didn't want to scare him off, but I felt like our destiny had been fast-tracked. My urge was to ask him to move into my family's home with me, but doing so wasn't practical.

I'd been thinking about it for a while. It was time for me to move out into my own place. When Richard and I had lived here together, it had been overly crowded in my bedroom. We'd been on top of one another. Especially with my wheelchair. I didn't want to do that again. Besides, Zahir was positioned to become the patriarch of the family. He deserved a larger room, like my one downstairs, and I needed to live somewhere designed for someone in a wheelchair.

I loved living with family, but it wasn't sustainable. I needed to be somewhere I could age in place with wider doorframes, lower kitchen cabinets and appliances, and appropriate counters.

And after the conversation Liam and I had—I needed … we needed to live somewhere we could someday—maybe bring a child into. Somewhere we could grow old together.

We needed extra space.

My heart screamedask him, but my mind knew to slow things down.

Right now, I wanted to simply enjoy being with him.

Nurturing what we'd begun to grow.

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