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“My woman,” he says.

I look up at him, letting the caveman words sink into me. He stares down at me, eyes trailing over my lips and down my body.

I chew my lip. “What do you mean by?—”

“You heard me,” he cuts me off, hands reaching down behind my legs to grip the back of my knees and lifting me up onto the kitchen counter.

His lips are on mine in the next moment, tasting me. I close my eyes, feeling his hard, muscled arms under my fingertips. I wrap my hands around his neck. His tongue brushes against my lips, asking to come inside. I let him, loving the way he’s gentle but persistent with me. I know I can stop him at any time.

He presses into me, his impressive erection thrustingagainst me. I reach down, gripping him over his Wrangler jeans.

“Off—now,” I beg.

He chuckles against my lips before pulling back to unbutton his jeans and tugging them down over his hips. He’s still filthy, covered in mud and what I’m now realizing are drops of blood.

I don’t care. I want him in menow.

He reaches up to pull my T-shirt over my head. I’m wearing a sports bra underneath, and he peels that off, too, before reaching for the sweatpants around my hips. I lift up to allow him access. He tears off the pants and my underwear with one tug. He removes his shirt, and I gasp at the sight of the wound on his ribs. It’s a long, bloody gash. Before I can even begin to fuss over him, his fingers find my sex, discovering that I’m already dripping wet for him. I roll my eyes back in my head, a scold caught on my tongue.

“God, you feel good, baby.” His head dips down to press against the side of my face.

He grips my hips, jerking me to the edge of the counter before positioning the head of his dick against my entrance. The tip brushes over the wetness pooling at my opening, teasing me. I’m staring down at the point between us and the blood trickling down onto my thigh, but he grips my chin and tilts my head up so that I’m looking into his eyes.

“Eyes on me,” he says, shoving his dick into me at the same time.

I gasp, suddenly full of him to the hilt. I love it, every sensation sending me up a mountain of pleasure. My armswrap around his neck and shoulders, gripping him tightly as he fucks me hard and raw against the kitchen cabinet.

“Fuck, baby, you feel like home,” he breathes into my neck.

I’m flailing, grasping for some kind of landing and missing the mark. I’m falling into the abyss of getting fucked by a man like Cash, a man who’s done heinous things to protect me from evil, still bleeding from his battle wounds. My head falls back against the upper cabinet. He drives into me, his dick reaching the back of my channel, claiming every last inch of me as his.

“This is my pussy—you hear me?Mine.” His dirty mouth is against my ear, coating me with his possessive words.

I’m defenseless against him, succumbing to his claim, both physical and emotional.

“It’s yours. I’m yours.” I gasp, tearing down my walls with each word.

He moans into my neck. His fingers move between us, brushing over my clit. I feel myself reaching a climax. I can’t believe it’s already happening, except that his actions over the last few hours were all the foreplay I ever needed.

He suddenly jerks back, abandoning me. I gape at his retreating back. I’m trying to regain my sanity when he returns a few seconds later, ripping a condom open with his teeth. The wound is bleeding more now, but he must not feel the pain because a second layer, he rolls the condom on before seating himself inside me again. I watch his face as his eyes focus on me. He leans forward, resuming the position we had before, with his thumb on my clit and his face pressed against mine.

His other hand curls up around the side of my neck, gripping me tightly. He’s panting into my ear, pounding me so hard that I feel like he might split me in half. I’m nearing climax when his voice rumbles into my ear.

“Blue … I love you.”

He moans one last time before he comes, pulsing inside me on the crest of his words.

My orgasm rushes through me at the same moment, his words shocking my system, but unable to stop the wave of pleasure washing over me.

I pant for oxygen, eyes searching his.

Shit, shit, shit … did he just say he loves me?

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CASH

Ilift her off the countertop, carrying her limp frame into my bedroom. She rests her head against my shoulder, blue eyes lasered in on mine. She’s desperate to quiz me about my confession, but she doesn’t voice it. I deposit her onto the bed, loving the way she melts into it, like she was made to be right here with me.

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