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Thiswas something I could do. I could not fix things for him, but I could distract him from the horrible discoveries about his uncle, from the revelation that his life would no longer be the one he’d imagined, that within weeks, he might be more alone in this world than ever before.
A deep, growling sound came out of me at the thought. It was unacceptable for this effervescent soul, this beautiful, sweet, generous human to ever be alone.
I yanked off my clothes as quickly as possible so I could lie with him, press my body against every inch of him, and show him exactly hownotalone he was.
“Reed?” His big brown eyes blinked up at me.
“Yes, baby?”
His hand reached out to caress the side of my face, his fingertips light as a hummingbird wing on my cheek and chin.
“Thank you.”
His words were like a spear gun straight to the chest. They were spoken with a tone that made it seem like he didn’t feel worthy, like I was doing charity work by having sex with him. The very idea pissed me off. “What the hell are youthanking me for?”
My response came out gruffer than I’d intended. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice.
“Thank you for making me feel love—l-lovely.” Pink blotches colored his cheeks and began to streak down his neck.
I lurched forward and kissed every inch of those revealing blushes until Chris began babbling incoherent nonsense and I lost myself in his tight, welcoming body.
If anyone was going to make Chris Winowski feel lovely, it was going to be me.
If I couldn’t stay with him forever, I was for damn sure going to do my best to set the bar too high for any other man to reach.
Because this man deserved all of it. And more.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHRIS
Sometimes I wasable to catch glimpses of the real Reed, and it was never more likely than when we were in bed together, when the world was miles away and it was just the two of us together.
The affection in his eyes while he proceeded to kiss my cheeks and neck was undeniable, and it made me slip easily into the fantasy.
To believe he was my husband for real and the tender attention he gave my body came from genuine adoration.
It was easy to believe it when, like now, his hands seemed to shake as they skated over my skin. His voice caught periodically when he told me how beautiful I was. And his cock arched stiffly toward me as if I was hot and alluring.
So tonight, I chose to believe the fantasy. I let myself feeleverythingwith him as he moved over me, gently prepped me, and murmured reassurances into my ear.
“Just like that, sweetheart,” he soothed as his finger circled my entrance for thethousandth time.
“I’m ready,” I slurred. He’d teased me into brainless oblivion. The truth was I was past ready. Ready had left the building absolute eons ago. Ready was a distant ancestor who was nearly forgotten to history.
Ready could kiss my hecking behind.
“Is that what you want?” Reed’s amused voice got my attention. I blinked my eyes open and caught him grinning at me. “Knees up, baby.”
I obeyed immediately. Reed might have been bossy, but there’d never been a single moment where that bossiness in the bedroom hadn’t resulted in very good things for me.
“That’s it,” he cooed. I felt the warmth of his exhale on the very sensitive skin of my?—
“Wh-whoop?” I blurted stupidly.Whoop? What the heck did that even mean?
The hot press of his tongue on my hole was accompanied by his deep laughter. The vibrations gave the incredible sensation an extra kick.
“Mrpfh,” I added. My head lolled to the side as the sensations overwhelmed me. His mouth was magical, that was no surprise. But this was… this was more than that. This was extra.
