Page 97 of The Arrogant's Redemption

I go back to the bedroom and she’s still sitting in the same spot. Instead of scooping her up like I want to, I hold out my hand.

"Like the first time," she says.

"What?"

"At your cousin’s house, you reached for me like this. I knew it meant you wanted me to be sure of what I was doing."

"Because I knew I was the wrong man for you."

"You still think that?"

"Maybe. But the moment I kissed you on that beach, I knew I wasn’t going to walk away."

"Because you always take what you want?"

"Because I’ve never wanted anything more in my life."

She takes my hand—and without me asking, as soon as we reach the bathroom, she slips off her bra. But when she tries to remove her panties, they get stuck halfway down her legs—and I know it’s because she still can’t bend fully.

"The nurse usually helps me with this," she says, blushing.

I don’t say a word. I kneel and slide her underwear the rest of the way down, completely undone by the scent of her pussy.

"You don’t have a scar here," I murmur, placing my hand just above the strip of hair over her sex—because I have to touch her somehow.

Alexis shudders. "Sedric was a natural birth."

I look up at her from below—and her nipples are already hard and begging for attention.

Calling on every ounce of self-control I have, I lift her into my arms and step into the tub.

I settle her back between my thighs, and when she moans at the feel of the warm water, my already hard cock turns to steel.

I need to focus on anything other than her naked, perfect body pressing against mine—so I grab the sponge and pour liquid soap over it.

"I can do that myself."

"Let me," I say, hovering the sponge in the air.

She gives a slight nod—and the moment I touch her, even with the sponge between us, her body trembles.

I wash her gently—but I can’t resist leaning in to suck and nip at her earlobe as I press the sponge between her thighs.

"LJ . . ."

I drop the sponge into the water and slide my fingers to her clit. The touch is soft, giving her time to stop me—but instead, she spreads her legs farther apart.

I circle her clit with my thumb and slide my middle finger inside her. She tries to lift her hips, to chase the friction—but I slip my free arm across her chest, holding her steady.

"You’ll tell me if you feel anything off?"

"I’m not in pain. Don’t stop."

I fuck her with my fingers until she can’t bite back her moans anymore. I feel her pulsing around my hand—and when she tells me she’s going to come, I quicken the pace.

The moment her orgasm crashes over her and she cries out my name, I whisper, "Mine. Always have been. Always will be."

She’s still limp in my arms when I carry her to the bed.

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