Page 60 of Love Me Fearless

“You went somewhere. I saw it.” He takes my hand and kisses the back of it, his thick lashes fluttering closed as he releases a slow sigh. “This is about the break-in, isn’t it?”

I blink at the ceiling. “I really don’t want to talk about it.”

He strokes my forehead, his touch soft and caring. “Okay.”

“It was so long ago.” I release a frustrated sigh. “I never think about it.”

His eyes narrow. “Except just now. Did I do something? Or is there something I need to do to make you more comfortable?”

I cradle the side of his face and force the emotions building up beneath my ribs to settle. “You’re doing everything right,” I say.

“I need to know you’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” I assure him.

“Can we cuddle for a while?”

I shoot him a look. “You cuddle?”

“I’m a fucking awesome cuddler.”

I laugh, and to my relief, he smiles. Once the covers are flipped open, Hutch gets us underneath then pulls me to his chest and holds me.

“When you said nobody’s been here, where do you usually, you know…?” I ask to get my mind away from what just happened. There’s no reason I should have reacted that way. The man who broke into my apartment only scared me. He didn’t hurt me. The whole encounter was over in a flash.

“Do you want a list?” Hutch replies, snapping me back to the conversation and the warmth of his body all around me.

“Definitely not.”

He gently combs back my hair. “Remember that truck I drove in high school?”

I groan. “I used to ride in that truck.”

“I had blankets in the back.”

“Whew.” I wrap my arm around his chest and sigh. “What about the barn?”

“Barns in general or mine?”

“Never mind.”

“I’ve never brought a girl home.” He gives a shrug, like the thought never crossed his mind.

I should brush this off, too. But the idea that I’m somehow special to him is weaving through me, making me feel things I shouldn’t.

He caresses my back in slow, lazy strokes. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, when it happened.”

I shift my body so I’m draped on top of him, and release a full breath, letting the last of the memories from that night melt into his chest. “You’re here for me now.”

He cups my ass and gives a little thrust of his hips as he urges me closer. “Damn right, sweetheart. I’m here for as long as you can take it.”

I laugh. “I’m not the limiting factor here.”

Hutch peers down to the place where his erection is trapped against my belly. “Hear that, big guy? We’ve got our work cut out for us.”

As if in response, his cock gives an urgent throb that sends a shiver across my skin. The knot of need tightens in my core, making my pulse flutter between my thighs.

Am I ever going to getenough of him?

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