Page 72 of Oh, Hell No

“Goddamn, you take it like such a good girl,” he snarled.

Veins stood out on his neck, and the hard pecs on his chest flexed with each thrust of his body. The wordownedtook on a new meaning.

“Oz.” I moaned his name, and his eyes blazed, making me shudder beneath him.

He let go of my hair, and I fell back onto the bed while he placed a hand on each side of my head. I lifted my knees as he drove deeper into me. I had never felt so full.

“Christ,” he swore as my walls clamped down tight, squeezing him just before my climax hit me.

Throwing my head back, I bit my bottom lip, then screamed his named as my body bowed off the bed.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” His voice was hoarse.

My eyes locked on his face just as he jerked. His lips parted before he shouted as the heat of his release pumped into me, sending another wave of euphoria coursing through me.

He lowered himself, resting on his elbows. His heavy breaths caressing my skin, he buried his face in my neck. “The condom. It’s in my pocket,” he said as his lips brushed a kiss where they touched me. “You make me forget things. Distract me.”

I pressed my lips together, then smiled. I knew that feeling well. It was good to know he suffered from it as well. I liked being a distraction.

“I’m on birth control.”

“And I’ve not been with anyone since before the day in Hobby Lobby. I got tested about a month ago, and I’m clean. I wouldn’t have sunk my dick into you, even with a condom, if I wasn’t.”

He lifted his head and looked down at me. I stared up at him as his words registered in my head. He hadn’t slept with anyone since he’d met me?

He ran the tips of his fingers down my face and moved my hair back over my shoulder as his eyes followed their path. Thereverent expression as he looked at me, along with what he had just said, shook me. I was never going to be the same. Not after Oz.

Not after us.

Thirty-Two

Oz

Winslet’s breathing had slowed over an hour ago, but I hadn’t moved. I lay on my back with her head on my chest while she slept. My fingers were still running through her hair, letting the silky strands thread through them, then fall gently onto her shoulder before I did it again.

Tonight had been a revelation, although I thought, deep down, I’d already known. I thought about her all the time. When I wasn’t with her, I felt empty, unsettled. My reaction to anything even slightly upsetting her put me on edge and had me ready to go slay whatever had stolen her smile.

Bane was right. I’d handed over my fucking soul to this woman.

I loved her.

She was feeling something for me too. My chest had felt like it was going to explode with fucking joy when I got here tonight and she lit up like the sun at the sight of me. She saw me as thisman. The one that would move heaven and earth for her. Not the one that I had been when we first met.

I dropped my chin, tilting my head so I could look down at her face. For two months, I’d stood over her at night, watching her sleep, wanting to be exactly where I was right now. In this bed, with her on my chest instead of a pillow. Her coconut-honey scent and soft skin were like a balm, fixing any damage from the day. Making it insignificant.

It was where we went from here that scared the shit out of me. If I could just freeze time, keep it like we were, then it would be perfect. My own little heaven.

Because the reality of us was something she wasn’t truly ready for, and I knew it. I’d have to tell her things she wasn’t going to like and might not forgive. That was what currently felt like a vise around my throat, choking me. I wasn’t sure what she was going to hate more—my being in her house at night, watching her sleep, or the camera I had in her living room, or the scars I’d left on her brother’s body.

I had my defense ready to go, and God help if she tried to shut me out. Abduction round two was not out of the question. Except this time, I’d lock her in my bedroom and stay in there with her. Naked. Until she fell in love with me and wouldn’t leave me. Might take some time, but I wouldn’t let her shut me out.

I could always toss her birth control and replace it with some vitamin or sugar pill. Get her pregnant with my baby. I blew out a hard breath. That was probably considered psycho behavior though. I might need to scratch that one. Make it a last resort.

“Mmmm.” The soft sound came past her lips as she slid a leg over mine and snuggled closer to me.

I studied her upturned face. The first time I’d seen a photo of her, it had felt like a punch in the gut, and I didn’t normally react that way to a beautiful face. Until hers.

I was keeping her. There was no other path. She’d have to accept that.

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