Page 27 of Finding Love

“Suck it,” I grit out, closing my eyes and sinking into the blissful sensation of her tongue running up and down my shaft, her lips sealed tight around me. She hasn’t lost any of her passion or her skill. “You’re so fucking good to my cock, baby.” My praise makes her head bob faster until my world spins, and my balls begin to pull up, already on the edge.

Which is what cues me to take her by the shoulders and pull back. “Let me fuck you.” I take her chin in my hand and tip her head back. She’s fucking gorgeous—flushed, lips swollen, lust dancing in her baby blues.

Her body does the talking, slowly sliding back along the bed until she lies flat with her arms outstretched. Hovering over her, between her thighs, I could cry with relief. She’s mine again.

The instant I push inside her, I’m fucking home. All tight and perfect, I could explode in her right now, she’s sucking me in so deep. She arches against me and almost deafens me with a surprised shout. “I’m coming!” she gasps out, nails sinking into my shoulders, her cunt clenching around my cock.

There’s no taking my time. Instinct and need demand I drive myself deep, hard, and mercilessly. The bed rocks in time with my pounding strokes and the high-pitched gasps coming from Emilia. “Yes… oh, fuck, yes… harder…” Her legs close around my ass, demanding all of me, and I don’t deny her. I give her all of me in a roaring release that shakes me from the inside out.

“Oh, shit!” She flinches under me, gasping. “When was my last Depo shot? I can’t remember.”

Neither can I. I don’t know much about that and think she might have gone to the doctor once we got together, but I don’t know for sure. “We’ll be fine,” I pant, rolling away from her. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world for her to get pregnant, anyway. In fact, I wouldn’t mind if she did after tonight.

The idea leaves me smiling as I roll away from her, triumphant. Whole again. She fits her heaving body against mine, and I hold her close. My woman. “I’m never letting you go,” I tell her once I've caught my breath.

“You’re going to have to.” Her breath fans across my chest when she chuckles. “I’m not sleeping on top of the covers all night.”

“Fine. We take a short break to get under the covers, but that’s it.” As an afterthought, I add, “And I’ll let go of you to make breakfast in the morning.”

She chuckles again. “I hope you’ve gotten better since you made me those pancakes.” Her head snaps up, shock registering on her face. “Oh my God. I remember.”

My heart skips a beat soon after having slowed to a regular pace. “What do you remember?” I ask, cupping her cheek.

“We were in a cabin.” Her brows draw together. “Why were we in a cabin? I can see it in my head. You made pancakes for me.”

I thought this night couldn’t get better. “See? It’s coming back. It’s all coming back.”

Yet when my arms tighten around her, she only pushes herself up on her elbow to stare down at me. “What does it mean?” What a shame something that should make her happy only causes her more distress. “Why were we in that cabin?”

Why now? Why, when everything was perfect for the first time in weeks? “It’s a long story,” I hedge.

“Do I look like I have anywhere else to be?”

“All right. I think you’re well enough to handle it.” Her throat works, but she maintains her steely gaze while I slowly stroke her back and choose my words carefully. “We were hiding in a safe house in the Poconos because, as far as my family knew, you could have been a Vitali spy. You were spotted at my club. Vitali thought you were doing recon, and… you saw something you weren’t supposed to see. Long story short, both sides thought you were a threat.”

Her brows knit together while she processes this. I can’t tell if my story has frightened her. “Not you, though?” she asks.

That, I don’t have to think about. I was a little too busy becoming obsessed with her to consider her a threat, not to mention I knew she had no evidence against us. “Not me. I wasn’t about to let anyone hurt you, so I took you up there, and we hid out. Unfortunately, we were tracked somehow by Vitali.”

She looks at her right bicep, studying her scar. “Is that where this happened?”

“It is.” Lifting my head, I press my lips to the scar before murmuring, “Do you remember anything about it?”

Her brow furrows before she shakes her head. “No, but it makes sense.”

“That’s where it happened. I could have lost you, and I’ve never stopped blaming myself. I had no choice but to bring you here because you needed help. I wasn’t about to trust anyone else with your safety, and it seemed too risky to take you to a hospital.”

“I see.” Her confused expression tells another story.

“Craig fixed it so it looked like the Vitali men kidnapped you, and he was the one involved in the shoot-out instead of me. So there was no hint of you being involved with me. Nothing to ruin your reputation.” It’s important to me that she knows.

“That’s enough for now.” She shakes her head hard before returning it to my chest. “I don’t need to know anymore right now. At least I know where the memory came from.”

“I’m here,” I remind her, my hand running up and down her back. Slowly, she relaxes again. “I’m always here whenever you have a question. No more half-truths. No more trying to protect you from the past. It’s time to start moving forward.”

She heaves a sigh, and I’m sure she’s about to answer, but instead, she whispers, “Let’s get covered up. I’m cold.”

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