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“How was your day?” He takes a few steps toward me, reaching out to hook his hand through mine.

“It was good,” hooking our joined hands around my back he pulls me closer. His lips hovering so close to mine I can feel his heated breath. “This is better,” I confess right before his lips touch mine.

Immediately my nipples harden as they brush against his chest. It takes everything I have not to start grinding against him. He’s been so gentle and caring since I came home from the hospital. Like I’m made of glass and for a while it was great. But I’m not going to break and I need him to stop acting like I will.

But the harder I push the more he withdraws and I need that to change.

“I’m thinking that I should go back to my place.” My words sound mumbled against his lips but they are clear enough to gain a reaction.

He leans back, his brows furrowed and he stares at me.

“I’m healed, and it’s not really necessary that I have someone watching over me. I’ve kind of taken over your space and that’s not fair.”

“You’re not leaving,” his face scrunches up with irritation. “I love that you’ve fucking taken over. I want you there. Healed or not Ror you’re not leaving.”

And of course like most of our conversations, they end up with him telling me what to do and me getting pissed about it.

“First of all I’m not asking if I can go home.” I try to step back and he holds me tighter. “You and I cannot live together.”

“Who says?”

“Me,” I waste no time responding. “It will end badly. We will kill each other.”

“Baby,” he laughs. “You are such a smart woman but right now, this conversation, has got to be one of the dumbest we’ve ever had.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You’ve been treating me like a patient.”

“What?”

“I came to your place because I was still recovering and needed help. You took that on and I will forever be grateful but we are falling into this weird rut where when you look at me it’s like you are scanning over me to ensure I’m not in pain. You are the caretaker and I am the burden and like I said thank you, but I don’t want to be those people anymore.”

“You are confusing the hell out of me woman.” He shakes his head like I am crazy.

“We had sex one time, right before the accident.” I lower my voice from fear of Daxton and his client hearing us. “Now weeks later, I’m all healed and whole, but you barely touch me.”

Again his brows furrow, and I place my hands on his chest, leaning in close. Looking up at him through my long lashes I continue in a low whisper. “I really want you to touch me Jace.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Jace

“I need you to touch me,” Aurora kisses along my jaw and my cock jerks against the zipper of my jeans. “I won’t break,” she assures me, “I promise.”

It’s not like I haven’t thought about fucking her about a hundred times in the last several weeks. I spend most nights in the shower jacking off to the image of her beneath me. But she went through hell, and I didn’t want to be the kind of guy that puts my needs before hers.

“Do you honestly think that I don’t want to touch you?” I grip her hips and start backing her up to my room. Closing the door behind us, I flip the lock and her eyes grow wide. “Like I haven’t thought about burying myself inside of you over and over, again and again. Because I have for, so many times. Remembering the way you moaned my name as I moved inside of you. The feeling of you tightening around me right before you came.” Her back bumps the table behind her and I continued to walk toward her. My cock so hard it hurts. “The sweet smell of you, the taste.” Her throat bobs as she swallows hard and I grab my shirt ripping it up and overly head.

“What are you doing?” She pants, watching as I start to unbuckle my jeans.

“I’m gonna fuck you.”

“Jace,” she looks over my shoulder at the door.

“It’s locked,” I push my jeans down and my cock tents in my boxers. Her eyes widen. “You can’t come at me telling me that you need me and then expect me not to react.”

“I figured we’d at least go back to your place.”

“Oh we will,” I nod slowly starting to undo the front of her pants. She doesn’t stop me. “But right now I’m going to take the edge off.” I half expected her to try to back out of this but instead she grabs her own shirt and pulls it off. The black lacy bra she wears does nothing to hide her rosy-pink nipples as they stand erect.

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