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A quiet laugh rumbles in his chest, then he gasps from the contact. “Wasn’t exactly my choice, little girl.”
He kisses me again. Slower this time. I stroke his length while his hands and lips explore what is his. Touching, tasting, and making my core clench with anticipation. I let go of him so he can finish removing his pants and then he moves between my legs. Our bodies align and he enters me with a breathless groan, sinking inch by inch, the usual force replaced by the warmth of our restrained intimacy.
I shift my hips, careful that my legs don’t make contact with his wounds and guide him deeper. He moves with more restraint than usual. I can see the need raging in his gaze, but this is so much softer than I’m used to. Even his touch isn’t as rough.
Still, when he begins to thrust into me, I can’t help worrying. “Careful. Don’t do too much. If it hurts, we need to stop.”
“Nothing is going to stop me from having what is mine,” he hisses into my ear. “And you’re mine, Sarah. Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper back, fingertips sliding along the ridges of his back, feeling the tension in his muscles. “I’m yours. Always.”
Our hips find a quiet rhythm. One that lets us feel everything, but doesn’t put too much pressure on his stitches. I succumb to what I’ve missed. What I’ve craved. The slide of skin. The shared breath. The low growls that echo from him every time he goes deep and makes my g-spot hum.
I can feel the pressure building. It’s different. Less intense, but something else lingers below the surface. The connection we share. The three words we’ve said to each other. A warmth that radiates with love, instead of a burning need.
“You’re going to come for me,” he demands. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen those pretty blue eyes begging for more.”
“Yes,” I groan, the tension coiling tight in my core before the pleasure rushes through my body. “Oh, sweet mercy!”
I don’t have to ask for permission, so I simply let go, tumbling into beautiful bliss with a soft gasp. I cling to Boyd as the pleasure rolls through me in slow, molten waves. The orgasms aren’t as powerful, but they burn deep, clenching his cock each time another one quakes through my core.
“Damn, you feel so fucking good,” he grinds out, his cock throbbing inside me. “I need a little more. Just… a little.”
“Careful,” I moan, feeling him moving faster inside me.
Boyd drives his throbbing length into me while I come, and then he joins me with a quiet groan. His body shudders above me ashe holds himself steady, lips pressed to my shoulder as his seed spills deep in my depths.
He doesn’t pull away immediately. We stay where we are, intertwined, quiet, with our bodies linked while our breathing returns to normal.
When Boyd finally moves, he doesn’t roll away. He stays close, carefully positioning himself beside me. His thick fingers brush my blonde hair aside and he kisses my temple, then my cheek, then the corner of my mouth.
“Are you okay?” I ask, a twinge of concern overpowering the afterglow.
“I’m fine, Sarah,” he murmurs. “This has done more to heal me than the stitches.”
“I doubt that,” I sigh, kissing his chest as I move closer to him.
“Then you have no idea what you do to me,” he says, his arms pulling me into a tight embrace. “I need you more than I need to breathe.”
I have no protests to offer, despite my concerns.
Because Boyd isn’t much of a liar, which means he’s telling the truth.
And I feel it too.
CHAPTER 36
Sarah
Boyd and I continue to find comfort in each other’s arms while he recovers.
But after more time passes, he can do more than limp around his condo. More than carefully take me to the bedroom. Then the day comes that I’ve been dreading. He gets dressed in a suit, tucks his Glock into his waistband, and gets ready to leave while I try my best not to cry.
“Don’t push yourself too much,” I whimper, leaning against him while adjusts his tie. “Seriously, Boyd. I know you feel a lot better now, but you still have to be careful.”
“I’m not going to rush things,” he promises. “I’m going to Salvalagio. Massimo said he’s got some simple stuff for me. We lost a couple Capos in the fire. I won’t be on the sidelines anymore. I’ve got to pick up the slack.”
“And you’ll do that from Salvalagio, right?” I ask. “You’re not going to be kicking down doors or anything, are you?”
