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I thrust again and her eyes rolled back, her nails digging into my scalp because she’d plunged her hands into my hair. “I’ve never wanted any woman the way I want you,” I breathed. Something flashed in her eyes at that and I clung harder. “Don’t leave me, babe. Don’t.” I dropped that hand to her chin and made her stay there with me, eyes locked as fiercely as our bodies. She gasped again. “And you’remine.”I hissed the words through gritted teeth, trying to keep myself together, but frantically fighting the urge to hump her like a fucking dog becauseI couldn’t get enough.

“Yes!”

“Bridget—”

“Don’t stop, Sam. Please. I need you I need youI need you—”

I couldn’t give her space, couldn’t risk it. Not even a breath between us—and she didn’t want it either, because she gripped me. Grabbed at me. Pressed back in until we were grinding together, barely moving. I prayed her body was exploding with need like mine. Because this between us was electric—charged, crackling, threatening to sear my skin.

Then her eyes hooded and she started saying my name, over and over, soft cries that became sobs as her body tightened on me.

At least, I thought it was my name, but her lips did strange things… and it was only as I reached that trembling edge and was about to come, when I tipped my head forward so we were cheek to cheek, and her breath fluttered in my ear, it was a different word.

“Safe…” she whispered, and whimpered, and cried. “Safe… Safe…Safe.”

I came like a fucking freight train in the same moment she tensed in my arms and her head snapped back, and then we tumbled, head over heels, heart over heart, mind over soul, back down to earth together.

And when I blinked back to reality, my poor, broken, beautiful wife was clinging to me, mouth open, sobs wracking her frame.

I could do nothing but hold her and thank God she hadn’t run.

50. Safe – Part 2

SOUNDTRACK:The Wavesby Claire Wyndham and UNSECRET

~ BRIDGET ~

I lay on my bed in the near-dark, the only light in the room from the crack under the bathroom door. I stared at the ceiling and just breathed.

Sam lay next to me, one arm and one leg thrown over my body, his chin on my shoulder, his breath fluttering in my hair.

Neither of us spoke because he asked me why I was crying and I was trying to find words.

“I think it’s because… I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. I never wantedanyoneunless it was a risk—but I don’t want risk with you, Sam. The problem is… you can’t love without it. That’s what’s been burning me up for the past few days. When all of that happened I realized I’d been risking more than getting hurt, or kidnapped or anything like that. I was risking my heart with you. No one else ever got me like that. You’re the only one I’ve ever felt good about feeling safe with, and you’re the least safe person I’ve ever met.”

His sigh was heavy and his arm tightened around me. “Except, I’m the most safe because I actually love you,” he graveled. I loved that feeling of the vibration of his chest against my arm.

I nodded, still staring at the ceiling. “I mean, I know that. But living it… it’s fucking terrifying.”

“Trust me, I get it.”

And he did. I knew that. I’d known that. I’d panicked when things got bad—and doubted myself. Because if Jeremy and Gerald were right aboutanythingit was that my judgment in the past had been for shit.

It took me twenty-four hours to see that was a vote in Sam’s favor, because he was everything that I’d ever fought before.

People outside looking in couldn’t see that. But I could.

He wassodifferent.

It still scared me. I’d been sitting here for two days trying to figure out how to test him without losing myself, and I couldn’t.

I should have known I wouldn’t have to.

“Thank you,” I breathed.

“For what?” he seemed genuinely confused.

“For showing up even when… when I made it hard.”

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