Page 124 of Betrayed

The kiss burned her name on every cell in my body, staking her claim.

I’ll never be the same.And that was probably a good thing.

I rolled her onto her back.

“Andrew, make love to me.”

“Are you sure?” Why did I ask?

Because I’m not my father. And I needed to be sure.

“More than sure. Please?” she begged, her hands sliding down my back and slipping under my t-shirt.

Wanting more of her hands on my skin, I leaned up and pulled off the offending shirt. I tossed it across the room before leaning down to kiss her. Her moan just about did me in.

My hands were on either side of her, dying to touch her. I planned to take my time, making sure she felt how much I loved her in every touch. I kissed her forehead, the tip of her cute nose, and her soft lips before trailing kisses down her neck.

Supporting my weight on one elbow, I trailed the back of my hand down her side, barely touching her full breast. Seeing her arch into my touch while a moan escaped her lips was more than I could stand.

“This has to go,” I said, my voice raspy as I tugged at her tank top.

I poured every ounce of my heart and soul into making love to Blake.

As I fell back to sleep, I promised to love, cherish, and protect her until my dying day.

Later that morning, I woke with the sun, feeling lighter and happier than I had in, well, forever. And it was all because of the sassy blond curled up next to me, with her head resting on my chest.

She looked peaceful. Happy.

My chest puffed with pride.I put that smile there.

Not wanting to disturb her, I eased out of her grasp and off the bed. Immediately missing her touch, I regretted my choice.

I slipped on a pair of grey sweatpants and headed to the bathroom.

After cleaning up, I went to the kitchen to brew coffee. Today would be a long day for Blake, dealing with the aftermath of everything that had happened.

If she’d let me, I’d be at her side every step of the way.

We’ll need a good breakfast. I didn’t cook fancy meals like Doug, but I made a killer omelet.

I chopped up tomatoes and peppers and whisked the eggs while the bacon fried. Before long, the smell of coffee and bacon made my stomach rumble.

I was on my second cup of coffee when I heard Blake in the hallway.

My body reacted to seeing her in my t-shirt, making me contemplate postponing breakfast.

“Good morning, Beautiful.” It didn’t matter that she was rubbing sleep from her eyes and yawning.

“Morning,” she said. Her expression relaxing as she closed the distance. “It smells good in here.” She stopped in front of me, suddenly shy.

“Thanks. Want a coffee, or a hug?”

“Both, but the hug first.”

Ignoring the sizzling bacon, I held Blake until she was ready to let go.

Chapter 57

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