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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CAIN

I continue my ministrations, entranced as she’s overcome by her orgasm. Crying out my name, with her head thrown back and eyes rolled, I can honestly say I’ve never been more turned on. My straining dick is more than enough proof of that. But I know this is as far as I can take things with her right now. I want her to be in a place where she won’t feel guilty or regret anything we do. I need her to be all in with me. I already am with her.

As the final waves of her orgasm wash over her, her body relaxes completely. Even if I didn’t come, that was damn near the best experience I’ve ever had. Hell, that was the best sex I’ve ever had, and I didn’t even actually have sex with her. I lie down beside her and watch a peaceful smile spread across her face. She rolls her head to look at me, lazily reaching out to run her fingers along my jaw.

She really is an angel. The most perfect thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Thank the fucking universe she’s all mine. She belongs to me. I actually have something in my life I can enjoy and care for. I have someone who understands me. Someone who won’t leave me. Someone I can love.

Holy shit.

I’m going to love her. A piece of me might already be in love with her.

I tilt my head and kiss her palm. Strangely enough, the realization doesn’t freak me out or send me running. It actually makes me feel right. Perfect and balanced. Maybe I was made to love her.

She bites at her lip and shakes her head, laughing to herself a little hysterically.

“Something wrong?” I ask, slightly alarmed.

She continues shaking her head, finding her barely-there top on the floor and laying it over her breasts with shaking hands. Hiding my disappointment is damn near impossible. “I’m just . . . wow.”

“Wow? That’s all?” Of course that’s not all. I can see she’s tongue-tied, but I’m not asking her the question to inflate my ego or anything. Okay, maybe a little bit. I just love that look on her face—awed and shy.

She rolls onto her side and buries her face in my shoulder.

I tangle my fingers in her hair, shifting to hide the bulge in my swim trunks. “Somethin’ wrong?” Her answer is inaudible against my shoulder. “I can’t hear you, Peaches.”

She pulls back. “I can’t believe I screamed.”

I chuckle, watching her hair dance in tandem with my breath. “That was the best part. Don’t be embarrassed about it. Hey.” I place my finger beneath her chin and lift her face up until I can see her eyes. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed. If you think screaming is something to be embarrassed about, you need to get used to it and get over it. You calling out my name—that’s going to happen a lot from now on. Alright?”

“I’m glad to hear it,” she admits quietly.

“And we’re taking things slow until you’re ready, okay?”

Her eyes glisten as she says, “Thank you.”

I kiss her nose and pull away. Something’s nagging at the back of my mind, but I have no idea how to talk to her about it without making her uncomfortable. “Can I ask you something?”