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He pulls out but doesn’t move away; I can feel his fingers drag across my pussy, through his cum as it seeps from me. Even his touch makes me burn.

He brings his fingers to my lips. “Taste it.”

My breath catches. I open my mouth, letting him slide his fingers in. I can’t help sucking on them, thinking about what I want to do, how much I want to keep going. I can feel him getting hard again, his cock resting against my ass.

He pulls me away from the window and turns me around to face him. My legs feel weak when I finally see him; he picks me up, his gaze dark. He slides into me again and I gasp, still oversensitive. But I can feel pleasure building up again when he pushes into me.

The glass behind me is cool against my ass as he presses me against it; it feels good on the burning skin where the switch hit. I cling to him while he holds me, overwhelmed by everything I’m feeling.

“Please,” I beg breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t, and I can only hold onto him as he fucks me, deep and hard.

I don’t care if this thing between us is fucked up. Maybe I tried to kill him, and maybe he kidnapped me—but none of that matters. Not to me.

It doesn’t matter if this is too intense to be safe. I’ve spent my life sick or caring for the sick, running from loan sharks and murderers and everything in between.

I’ve never felt more protected and solid than I do when I’m with Lachlan.

So I hold onto him until we both come, gasping and spent, exhausted from it all. I feel raw but perfect. I hold onto him, leaning back against the glass as I feel the ache of good sex settle through my body.

Lachlan pulls back just enough to kiss me. My breath catches; the kiss is deep, true. I don’t doubt him anymore. I don’t doubt that he was telling the truth when he said he didn’t want to marry another woman, when he said he wanted me.

When he pulls back, he looks me in the eye. An expression I’ve never seen before passes over his face as he murmurs roughly, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I say it without a second thought, without hesitation. I know it’s true.

But after I say it, I can feel a single thought nagging at the back of my mind. One thing threatening this perfection, this happiness.

I know I can’t keep it to myself.

I have to say the one thing I don’t want to. The one thing that’s terrifying to say out loud. And even though I’ve done it before, I don’t want to now more than ever. Not when I’m finally happy.

But I can’t do that to Lachlan. He has to know.

So I take a deep breath and say, “I might have cancer. It might be back.”

When I say it, I can feel the words stab my heart. Each one feels like a ringing bell, like a death sentence. I’ve always known this could happen. It never mattered as much as it does now.

Now, I have something to lose. Someone who will lose me.

I can see fear burning in his eyes. It makes me hurt so much, but it also makes me love him that much more. I know he cares. I know it matters to him. There’s determination in his gaze, despite the fears.

“I’ll protect you from that too,” he says, his voice low. “I’ll take care of you. No matter what.”

He kisses me and I lose myself in it, letting it burn out everything else. It melts away my fear until it’s just the two of us, just how I’ve always wanted it to be.

CHAPTER36

Lachlan

It’s been several days since the docks, since saving Katrina. But it’s still fresh on my mind, still haunting even if it’s no longer a threat.

Even in my home, sitting in a room with my brothers, I can remember what it was like to think she was dead.

I look her in the eye and I can see she’s worried. So I do the one thing I know will remind her that I will protect her—I pull her toward me and kiss her hard. I won’t leave any questions in her mind. I want her and everyone to know that she’s mine, and I will protect what’s mine.

Her gaze is still worried when she pulls back. “But what will happen?”

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