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“I don’t know how to fucking do this,” I muttered.

“You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to.”

Tears burned my eyes. I’d seen Reghan kick the shit out of people. I’d watched as he blew a guy’s head apart. And yet, his words were what had me choking up. The words that were only meant for me.

He pulled away to look into my eyes. His thumbs swept beneath them. “Do you want to lie down? We don’t have to do more.”

I shook my head, blinking the tears away. I’d be damned if he took his body from me. “I finally got you here. We're not cuddling before sex.”

“There’s my bear.”

I groaned. “You didn’t just say that.”

“What? I like your claws, especially when I know they’re mine.”

A laugh bubbled up my throat. I was in mood swing hell apparently. “Yours, huh?”

His lips attached to my neck again. “You have no fucking idea. I’d mark you if you didn’t have to go into that shithole for work.” That shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, and I definitely shouldn’t have tilted my neck to the side, practically begging for it.

As he continued along my neck, I rid him of his clothes from the waist down, using my hands and then my feet to push them off. He stepped out of them, kicking them away. We got onto the bed again, him over me, blanketing me with his body. I wouldn’t lie and say the man was light. He was solid, but I didn’t want it any other way.

His dick slid next to mine, slotting beside each other. I had yet to wrap my hand around it. By the way it felt, he was fucking huge. And here I was wanting him buried in my ass. Sure, I’d walk just fine after that.

“Why are you tensing?” he asked, looking down at me.

I wedged a hand between us. “Dear god, how do you hide this? How did I not notice the size of this thing in those slacks?”

A smile lifted the corner of his lips. “Were you trying to check out my cock at the art expo?”

“You’ve officially ruined it for me. I’ll never be able to go to another one of Marshall’s events without thinking about your dick.”

“I don't see how that’s a bad thing.”

I pinched his ass in reply.

He yelped. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Fucker,” he grumbled. He thrust his hips against mine, drawing a moan up my throat.

“If I keep pinching you, will you slide lower and wedge that beast into my ass?”

“Such a sweet talker,” he chuckled.

“Baby, I’ll say whatever you want, if you’ll relieve me of my misery.”

His eyebrows did this weird thing where I couldn’t tell if he liked what I said or was confused. “I don’t want you to tell me what you think I want to hear.”

“That was a mouthful.”

“Bear,” he growled.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I want to be here with you, in this moment, but the more you move your hips, the closer I come to ending this before it really begins, and I’ll be damned if I come before you’re inside me.”

“Fine. Also…”

I quirked an eyebrow.

A slow grin lit his face. It was sweet and my heart melted. I was so fucked. “You called me baby.”

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