Page 128 of Repairing the Wreckage

“My leg locked up from kneeling for so long,” he explains.

“Why didn’t you say something?” I hate that while I was taking pleasure from his body, he was in pain.

“It didn’t hurt until I tried to stand on it.” He leans over the bed and brushes his lips against mine. “Your pussy feels so good, someone could’ve sawed my leg off and I wouldn’t have noticed.”

My nose wrinkles. “Ew.”

He chuckles and backs away slowly. “Don’t move.”

“I’ll be here.” I close my eyes and concentrate on my racing heart slowing back to normal and the warm sticky pool cooling on my skin.

“Here we go.” Griff wipes a towel over my stomach and chest, cleaning most of the mess. “Let’s take a shower.” He holds out his hand and pulls me up and off the bed.

“My legs are wobbly.” I squeeze his hand and follow him to the bathroom.

I can’t stop yawning and rubbing my blurry eyes while I wait for the hot water to warm.

“You all right?” Griff asks, grazing his knuckles against my cheek.

“You wore me out.”

Our shower’s quick and to the point. Griff glides his soapy hands over every inch of my body, pulls the showerhead down and rinses me clean. The little stall doesn’t leave much room for anything else.

Outside the shower, Griff wraps me in a towel, then dries himself. He rests his hands on my shoulders and guides me back to the bedroom.

“Are you worried I’m going to leave or something?” I ask.

“No. I just like touching you.” He pulls the rumpled covers back.

I stare down at the towel knotted over my breasts. “What am I going to sleep in?”

He hooks his fingers in the towel and yanks it free. “Nothing.”

“What if my brother comes down here in the morning?” My gaze shifts to the open door.

He walks over and closes the door. “He hasn’t yet.”

I’m too tired to worry about it more than that. I climb into bed and Griff slides in behind me, pulling me into his arms. His warm, naked body curves around mine and I stroke my fingers over his arm.

Monday, I’ll be back on campus. I want to soak up as much time as I can with him.

“I love you, Molly,” he murmurs into my hair.

I reach down and touch his granite-hard thigh. “I love you too.”

“You my girl again?”

The weight of the question steals my breath for a second. “Yes.”

But for how long?

What happens when I go back to school? Is Griff even done with fighting? We haven’t talked about his plans. Will he leave to film another reality show? I still can’t picture him wanting to stay here.

I turn so I can see him and ask the question I shouldn’t. “But you’re famous now. You can have anyone.”

He frowns. His hand cups my cheek. “If I don’t have you, then I’ve got nothing.”

Sincerity resonates in his voice.

---