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“You will be,” he assured, “I’ve got your back, honey.” He ran his hand down her back, and she stilled as though realizing where she was sitting.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sit on your lap. I guess I just forgot myself.” She tried to stand from his lap, and Razor banded his arms around her middle.
“I like it,” he admitted.
“You do?” she asked.
“Yes,” he whispered, gently running his lips up her exposed neck. “Is this okay?” he asked. Razor didn’t want to give himself too much time to think about what he was going to ask her next. Hell, he didn’t want to give her time to think about her answer for fear that she’d tell him no.
“Yes,” Ella hissed. “I’ve wanted you to touch me for weeks now, Razor. I just wasn’t sure if you felt the same way.” He had but telling her that would have torn down some of the walls that he had in place since his wife’s death, and that scared the shit out of him.
“Every time we pass each other in the hallway, I try to brush up against you in some way, just needing the contact,” he admitted. “I’ve wanted to do this for weeks now, too, Ella,” he admitted. “I just didn’t want to push you after everything that you had been through.” She had been sold off to the highest bidder four times and raped by the last man who bought her. Asking her to jump into bed with him wasn’t going to happen unless that was clearly what she wanted.
“You don’t have to worry about all of that, Razor,” she admitted. “I feel safe with you. I have from the beginning. Maybe that’s why I got in your truck that day you found me on the side of the highway, or maybe it’s just some strange connection that we have.”
“I feel it too,” he whispered against her skin. She smelled like lavender and peaches—a combination of her body wash and shampoo. It had driven him crazy for months now, and he was finally going to get his chance to taste her all over.
“So, what happens now?” she breathed.
“Now, you tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it. This is your show, honey. If you want me to stop, tell me now.” He felt as though he was holding his breath waiting for her answer. If she asked him to stop, he would, but he hoped like hell that she didn’t ask that of him.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she whimpered, snuggling into his lap. His cock sprang to life, and when she wiggled her little ass over his erection, she gasped.
“Be sure,” he warned.
“I’m sure,” she whispered, turning in his arms to straddle his cock. “Take me to your bed, Razor. I trust you, and I want this.” That was all he needed to hear from her. He stood, holding her against his body as he took the stairs two at a time to get to the top floor, where the master bedroom was. Razor was careful to be quiet as they snuck past Violet’s room, taking a quick second to peek in to make sure that she was asleep, and kept going to his bedroom.
“She’s sleeping,” Ella whispered to him.
“Thank God,” he said. He carried her into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them. “I need you to tell me if I’m going too fast or if something is making you uncomfortable,” he said.
“I will,” she promised as he stood her back on the ground in front of him. “I’m okay, really,” she assured.
He nodded and looked her over as though unsure of what to do with her next. This had never been a problem for him, and Ella seemed to pick up on his unease. She grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and tugged it up his body, over his head. Her hands wereeverywhere, and each time she kissed him, it felt as though his soul was on fire. He hadn’t felt this much since losing his wife, and while that should scare him, it didn’t. Ella seemed to fill a void that he didn’t know he had in his life, and that knowledge gave him the confidence he needed to take charge.
Razor walked her back to the edge of the bed and loved the way that she giggled when he gently shoved her back onto the mattress, quickly following her over. They were a tangled-up ball of need and raw sexual desire, and he couldn’t seem to get her naked fast enough.
He shimmied her shorts down her legs, kissing and nipping her sensitive areas as he went. “You are so perfect,” he whispered against her thigh. He looked up at her and found Ella watching him as he silently pleaded with her to let him do everything that he had been wanting to do for weeks now. When she nodded down at him, his inner caveman seemed to go wild, spreading her legs and making a feast of her drenched folds. She tasted like honey and sunshine—all the good things he had forgotten even existed. And when he finished making a meal out of her, he got her off, loving the way that she shouted out his name. Ella wasn’t what he had expected, but she was so much more. She was giving herself to him, and every primal instinct inside of him was ready to take what she offered.
He stood and shucked out of his jeans, letting them fall to the floor with a thud. “You still with me?” he asked, his voice hoarse even to his own ears.
“I am,” she said, her sultry smile in place. Ella reached for him, and he covered her body with his own, rolling her to the top. He wanted her to feel as though she had all the control in what they were about to do—because she did.
“Take your time,” he offered, not really meaning it. From the smile on her beautiful face, he could tell that she didn’t believe him at all. She giggled and lined up her wet pussy with his unrulycock, and he couldn’t help his moan. She was going to feel so fucking good once he got into her.
She slowly slid down over his cock, and he felt like he was holding his damn breath until she was fully seated. “Tease,” he whispered. She giggled, dipping her head to kiss him, and when she started to move for him, he nearly lost his ever-loving mind.
“It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone, honey,” he admitted, tugging back her long hair in his hand, needing to be able to watch her face. “I’m not going to last long.”
She nodded, “That’s okay,” she whispered, “we have all night.” He wanted to tell her that they had more than all night, but he didn’t want to make her any promises that she might not be ready for. No, for now, he’d take exactly what she was willing to give him and ask for nothing more until she was ready.
When he lost himself deep inside of her, whispering her name over and over like a prayer on his lips, he knew that he hadn’t just found his release—he had found the missing piece of his heart. Now, all he’d have to do was convince her that they could be this good together all the time, and he had a feeling that was going to be a job unto itself.
Ella
They lay in bed, naked and silent, as Razor stroked his big hand up and down her back. There was something about him that soothed her. He made her forget her entire past—both good and bad and focus on the here and now.
“Are you ever going to tell me how Tori died?” she whispered. He stilled next to her, and she worried that she was pushing him too quickly for the story that he had promised her on the ride to the safehouse.
