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That sweet rush of pleasure was beginning to blossom so she moved his hand a little faster. The tension in her body loosened with each motion. She rarely did this to herself since it always felt clumsy and pointless. The last time she’d tried, it went nowhere. The sensations had been uncomfortable and her mind found other things to dwell on.
Gordon slid his other hand up her side and massaged her breast, still grinding into her.
“I really like this,” she said.
She could feel his smile against the side of her head. “You can use my hand any time you want.”
Her knees began to wobble, but he kept her stable. He slid a finger inside, sending a shock through her system. She clenched around him, wishing it was more.
“I love feeling you,” he rasped. “I love that you want me.”
Mara shuddered and let him take the lead. He kept a steady rhythm, coaxing her. Everything about him felt so right.
“How could I not want you? You’re perfect.”
He chuckled and added another finger, curling them while pressing his palm against her clit. “I don’t know about that, but I’ll do my best to be what you need.”
“I need this,” she murmured. “I need to feel.”
He rolled her nipple between his fingers, making her gasp. “Then you’ll have it.”
She swallowed the moan rising from her throat. “It’s so loud,” she said. The thought of their neighbors hearing them tugged at her consciousness. Every minuscule thing was trying to pull her away.
“Only we exist,” he assured. “Focus on us—how this feels.”
Tipping her head back against his chest, she let herself be consumed by his words. The edge was so close, she was almost there.
She was safe. Loved.
“Don’t hold back, Mara. Let go and come for me.”
Gordon clutched her tight against his chest, his pace turning frantic.
“Harder,” she pleaded.
He obliged, and she came completely undone as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She arched against him before finally going slack in his embrace.
Gordon would never let her fall.
Mara shuddered as he kept her anchored to him, gently kissing the side of her head.
His chest rumbled with a laugh. “Good thing we’re already in the shower. Your back is a mess.”
She took his hand and pressed it against her lips. “I think this was the best shower I’ve ever had.”
“When you’re fully healed, we’ll have even better ones.”
She let out a breathy laugh. “Good.”
The tension that had gripped her may have lessened, but exhaustion continued to weigh her down, turning her legs into jelly. She should have eaten something first. The healing infusion was known to cause fatigue. Still, she hadn’t expected it to hit so hard.
They rinsed off, and Gordon helped her step out, steadying her when she teetered. She braced herself against him, warmth lingering where his hands held her.
While drying off, she avoided the mirror. There was no point in ruining a perfectly good moment by looking at herself.
Gordon kissed the unscarred side of her face before leaving the bathroom. Nothing about his gaze said he was disgusted by her appearance.
As she dabbed her hair dry, she entertained the thought of letting it grow long. She’d kept it short for convenience—easier to manage and no need to tie it up for work—but now things were different.
