Page 65 of Healing Love

The feeling of his cock being milked by her sex was all it took for him to lose control. His head reared back also as he powered through his orgasm. Neck muscles straining, face red and tight, he felt himself empty into her waiting body.Fuck, never. Never. Never have I come that hard.

Resting his forehead against the door, he felt his heart pounding out of his chest as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel her panting, her breasts pressing against him with every exhalation. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, the waning tingles of her orgasm still clutching around his dick.

Pulling back slowly, he peered down into her face wanting to make sure she was all right. Fucking her up against the door was not what he meant to do and for a woman like Miriam, he was not sure it had been the right thing.

Her face put his fears to rest. Smiling up at him with kiss-swollen lips, she had the expression of a happy, well-fucked woman.

“You okay?” he asked, wanting to make sure.

“Oh, yeah. That was…” she giggled. “Um, I don’t even know what to call that.”

Chuckling, he pulled out of her before setting her feet securely on the floor. Their clothes, strewn around, continued to stay there as he took her hand and led her to the bathroom. Running the water in the sink until it was warm, he then took a washcloth and soaked it. Cleaning her gently between her legs, she thought back to what he said earlier and realized he was right. They may have started out due to extreme circumstances but were as strong as any couple she knew.

Sucking in a deep breath, she looked up at his face and saw his questioning expression.

“I guess this seems like kind of a strange time to be saying this, with me standing here naked in yourbathroom after we just…um…did it against the front door, but…um?—”

“Where you going with this, babe?” he asked, not sure of what she was trying to say.

Giving a little shrug, she said, “I guess I wanted to let you know that I think you’re right. I think we’re strong. And even though we haven’t known each other for a super long time, I’d like to stay here with you…while we find out where this is going.”

Smiling down into her warm eyes, pulled under as though he were drowning in them…just like the first time he saw her picture. She was grinning up at him, an expectant look on her face.

He bent over touching his nose with hers before sliding it toward her cheek. “That’s good,cariña. Because here is exactly where I want you to be.”

Capturing her lips once more in a kiss that promised the future, he then pulled back, saying, “Get dressed babe, and let me feed you. Then I’ve got something to give you.”

He left her in the bathroom to put her clothes on, knowing that if he stayed, he would take her again, and headed to the kitchen. Pulling out the fixings for quick tacos, he was still making dinner as she walked back into the room. Glancing over, he saw that she had dressed in navy yoga pants and one of his old RPD T-shirts that hung to her knees.That old tee never looked better, he thought as he tried to keep his mind on the meat in the frying pan.

Moving up behind him, she slipped her arms aroundhis middle and pressed her body tightly to his. “Mmmm, what smells so good?”

Chuckling, he replied, “Just tacos, babe. And don’t get any ideas that my being Hispanic means they’re going to be great. I’m a simple cook and that means I use the packet shit from the grocery store.”

She felt his chest rumble and smiled. “Those are fine with me.”

As he removed the pan from the stove, he said, “Grab a plate and fix them how you like.”

She sat at the table and grinned as he placed a glass of diet soda with a lemon wedge on top of the ice. “You remembered?”

“Babe, I remember everything you ever told me.”

Thirty minutes later, they finished eating and were settled at the table enjoying each other’s company. Cam reached into his pocket and pulled out a pendant on a silver chain. “Here’s what I got for you.”

As he held it up, she could see that it was a Saint medallion and, reaching for it, she noted that it had St. Camillus imprinted. Cocking her head to the side, she looked at him.

“I was named after St. Camillus,” he said, giving a little shrug. “The crazy thing is that he was the founder of the original Red Cross and since we met because of your…um…involvement in the Red Cross, I thought it would be fitting for you to have.”

“Oh, Cam. That’s lovely and the medallion is perfect. Thank you,” she said sincerely.

Leaning forward, he clasped the necklace around her neck and the medallion hung between her breasts.Knowing that it matched the medallion that he wore around his neck filled him with pride. Taking a deep breath, he said, “There’s more.” Flipping the medallion around, he pointed saying, “On the back is a tracer. It’s tied into Jack’s security so that we can know where you are at all times.”

Seeing that she was about to question him, he quickly added, “It’s not invading your privacy,cariña. It’s just me making sure that you’re safe.”

He watched her twist her mouth in thought and added more. “And Bethany had one and it was needed when they had to find her. She wears it all the time now.”

Nodding slowly, Miriam smiled. “I love it…I really do. I just hope you never have to use it like that.”

A flash of fear crossed his expression before he leaned in to kiss her lips. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes and said, “Me too, babe. Me too.”

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