Page 89 of Unmade

“You don’t have to do that,” I mumbled.

“I absolutely do,” he murmured. “I’ve never been that rough with anyone outside the safety of my dirty mind, so you’ll have to put up with some fussing.”

He was being all sweet and stuff, and maybe I needed that now. It brought some warmth back to my heart.

He reached around me to wash my ass.

I quirked a smile at him. “We fucked.”

He let out a quiet chuckle and met my gaze for a second. “I’ll say.” Then he gave me a quick kiss before his focus returned to my come-stained ass. Oof, okay, so his fingers weren’t tired of me yet. He slipped his middle finger inside me, and he made an appreciative humming sound. “Your ass is something else.”

I bit my lip.

I washappy.

“Does it hurt?”

I shook my head. “Not yet anyway.” I had no doubt it would. I could feel the soreness coming on. Tomorrow would be rough. “I think you fucked my pain receptors into a coma.”

He grinned lazily and shook his head.

He was so damn beautiful. His eyes seemed brighter.

I sniffled, ’cause my nose was a little stuffy.

When he was done, he took care of my front too, and his unhurried movements lulled me into a sleepy state of relaxation. I was so ready to curl up in his arms and—oh fuck.

I swallowed nervously. No, no, no, this couldn’t ruin things. Happy place, happy place. My mind was still at peace. I had to keep it that way. So, I had to accept things and be prepared. He might very well want to sleep alone. A fuck didn’t mean anything, necessarily.

He had sworn off relationships and whatever. Besides, we couldn’t actuallydate. At most, I could cross my fingers and hope for a fuck-buddy dynamic.

He made quicker work of cleaning himself up, so I was running out of time. I had to ask him and get ready for an answer I didn’t want.

“Can I sleep in your bed?” I asked warily. “Just for tonight.”

He snorted softly. “After what we just did, I wouldn’t let you sleep anywhere else.”

Fuck me sideways, I couldn’t hide my shit-eating grin if my life depended on it.

“We fucked,” I supplied helpfully. Not just, “after what we did, blah-blah.” We’dfucked. Oh my God, had we fucked.

He tossed the towel in the corner next to the sink, then cupped my face in my hands and kissed me. “Yeah, we did.” One more kiss, and he lined himself up against me, letting me feel his body heat again. “That was something straight outta my filthiest dreams.”

I shuddered and burrowed into his embrace. “Mine too.” I kissed him back and slid my hands up his sexy chest. “Maybe we can do it again sometime?”

He smiled into a tongue-teasing kiss that threatened to seduce me all over again. “Try’n stop me,” he whispered. God, he couldn’t get me hard and needy again. I’d die. “I’ll hold you down. Maybe choke you out till you’re about to faint.”

“Oh my God.” I plastered myself to him and deepened the kiss. “You gotta do that. And keep fucking me even if I’m dizzy.”

He inhaled deeply and slipped a hand to my throat, where his thumb and index finger brushed over my carotid arteries.

“Next time, your sobbing won’t worry me,” he promised. “It’ll be a guarantee. We ain’t done until you’re bawling your eyes out.”

I whimpered against his lips and nodded quickly.

But he had other plans than letting me get started on round two. He slowed down the kiss and brushed his knuckles over my cheek.

“You needed tonight, didn’t you?” he murmured.

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