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“The way you got up and wouldn’t let me touch you. I just thought…”

“No,” he says before I can finish. “I had to move away from you because I was fucking angry that someone could ever hurt you like that. I needed space to process that because I wanted to break something.” He lifts his hands to hold my face between them. “I would never be turned off by anything that happened to you in your past. Never. Especially not something like that.”

I let go of the sheet and it drops just a bit, caught by the roundness of my breasts, and place my hands over his. “You have no idea how many people have essentially told me otherwise.”

“Let’s hope I never meet them.”

I lean forward to press my forehead into his. “I think I really like you.” I don’t know why I feel the need to tell him, but my heart is bursting with this newly realized information.

“What a coincidence.” He tips my face up and leans back a bit to see my eyes. “I think I really like you too.”

He places a kiss perfectly on my lips.

It begins just as that, a chaste, gentle kiss, but as with every spark, there is the potential for a fire.

The kiss builds, a glisten here, a twinkle there, until I’m flat on my back with his strong body hovering over mine. He gives my bottom lip a suck and bite, tugging it a bit before letting it plop back into place.

“While I would love to stay right here.” He kisses my chin. “And fuck you into oblivion again.” He kisses my neck. “The collective sound our of stomachs growling tells me…” He kisses the space between my breasts. “…we need food.”

I open my mouth to object, to tell him forget food and screw me instead, but my stomach makes its empty presence very known with a loud gurgle and groan.

“Oh. My. God.” I cover my belly with both hands and he just laughs.

“Come on.” He pulls me up to sit before continuing up to my feet on the floor. “We’ll refuel…then I’ll have you again. Deal?”

“What if I want to have YOU again?” I place my hands on my hips.

“Oh, don’t worry, baby. I’ll happily oblige to that.”

Falcon

To say this girl—no—this woman, seeps strength and courage from her pores is the understatement of the century.

Hearing her story sent me through a myriad of emotions.

First, anger. I wanted to break the arms off of whomever did this to her and beat him to death with them, after slicing off his cock and forcing it down his own throat. And not just because he hurt her…I want to do this to any man who harms a woman.

Second, curiosity. I had so many goddamn questions. How is she okay now? How badly was she hurt? Where is he? Is he in jail?

And finally, protectiveness. I want to wrap her up in my arms and make her promises that I will keep her safe from any and every thing that could ever harm her. I fucking hardly know this woman, and I already want to promise her more than I’ve promised anyone.

And because of that, I am going to keep things as normal as possible. She was afraid what she told me would make me leave…and I need her to know that’s so far from the truth.

So…a few hours later as the sun began to rise…breakfast.

“I’m mildly offended Nora never told you about my chocolate chip French toast,” I say, as I pour a bit of milk into a bowl. “She should be shouting this shit from the rooftops.”

“You’re lucky I had everything in the house you need to make it. You’ve talked such a big game this morning, that I need it right now.” She hops up onto the counter beside me, dressed in only my T-shirt and fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“You’ll be extra lucky if you get them at all, looking the way you do right now.”

“And how is it that I look right now, exactly?”

I leave the bowl where it is and step between her legs, sliding my hands up her outer thighs. “Good enough to fucking eat.” I lean in and devour those plump, kiss-swollen lips of hers.

She melts into my touch and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in even closer.

As soon as my tongue makes contact with hers, she pulls away, much to my chagrin.

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