Page 36 of Prey

Afraid reality would penetrate this little bubble we found ourselves in.

Her hands rubbed up and down my back as if trying to comfort me somehow.

I was probably getting too heavy for her.

Bracing my weight on my arms, I pulled back and took her in, from those glazed gray eyes, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips.

She didn’t say anything.

I focused on the way her chest pushed in and out against mine, the way her hard nipples rubbed up against my skin before I leaned down and kissed her softly, kissed her sweetly.

I might not be able to let her go.

There might be something wrong with me, as she said.

But I could be a sweet man for her.

I could be soft.

I could be gentle.

For her, and only her.

And that was all there was to it.

* * *

We showered together,and I made her come once more by kneeling down and eating her out against the shower wall. After I brought us back into the bedroom, I towel-dried her thoroughly and dressed her for the day in one of my shirts and sweats.

I should probably have let her dress in her own clothes at some point, which I had brought with me, but I had left them in a duffle bag in the car.

I loved her in my clothes too fucking much to get the bag right now.

And she didn’t seem to mind that I was taking care of her like this, showering and clothing her, which was good because I loved caring for her.

Nothing would make me happier than to do this for the rest of our lives.

She watched with hungry eyes as I dressed myself in similar clothes.

Ryleigh had been quiet all morning, save for the noises she made during sex, and I didn’t know how she was feeling or what she was thinking.

I wasn’t stupid.

I knew sex wouldn’t solve all our problems, but if it worked as a bridge to get us back to where we needed to be, then I wouldn’t fucking mind using it one bit.

I looked her up and down, taking in her small form, engulfed in my clothes, and down to her small feet peeking out. Her toes wiggled when she noticed my attention, and I smiled a little, walking over to her.

I lifted her up in my arms.

She let out a small squeak in surprise and wrapped her arms and legs tightly around me, as if she thought I would let her fall.

I could scoff at the thought.

As if I would let that happen.

I braced both hands underneath her ass and walked from the bedroom to the kitchen, setting her down on the kitchen stool.

I felt her eyes on me the entire time as I went and made us something to eat.

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