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I snake a hand between us to find her clit. I circle it twice before her walls spasm around me.

“Yes!” she shouts as her climax hits her.

Her orgasm sparks mine and I lose all sense of place and time as euphoria hits me. I pound into her until I’m spent and collapse on top of her. I know I should roll off. I’m way too heavy for her. But she wraps her arms around me and holds me close.

“I should move,” I mumble.

“No. I feel safe this way. Like the world is far away and nothing can touch me.”

“I’ll always keep you safe, my love. Always.”

“Love you,” she mutters.

“I love you, too.” I kiss her forehead but realize she’s already fast asleep. Good. She needs her rest after today’s shit show.

Chapter 28

Apology – works best at the butt crack of dawn

Virginia

Iglide my finger up and down Dylan’s right arm. I stop and trace the names of his sisters. Dylan nuzzles my neck.

“You like my tattoos?”

I shrug. “Maybe.”

He bites my earlobe before whispering into my ear, “Certainly seemed as if you did when you licked them last night.”

I shiver. I did lick every single inch of his tattooed arm last night. I plan to do it again. Soon.

“Have you ever wanted a tattoo?”

I shiver again. Except this time, it’s not in anticipation of a night in his arms. He grunts before rolling me until he’s hovering over me.

“What’s wrong?”

I fast blink. “What do you mean?”

“Ginny.”

“Needles freak me out,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

“If those asshole step-brothers of yours tortured you with needles, I’m going to kill them,” he growls.

I pet his arm. “It wasn’t them.”

He cocks a brow.

“Okay. It wasn’t entirely them.” I’m not sure if I love or hate the way he can read me. I lie. I love it.

“Explain.”

“I had bad allergies as a kid and had to get allergy shots every week for two years.”

“I’m sorry, my love. Are your allergies better now?”

“Yes, thank you.”

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