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My eyes flew open to find his, wide and dark, staring, drinking in mysoul.

And in that second he reached my heart and grabbed it, held it, cradled it, andsoothed it.I cried out as my orgasm detonated, rushing from where we joined, out through my bloodstream to every extremity, raising goosebumps and washing up and down my body in tingles that threatened to flay my skin off my bones in the most delicious way.

Sam’s face—haggard, handsome,frantic—quivered as he roared for me and that connection between us crackled and zinged. I heard the high keen echoing over the water’s rush and ripple, but didn’t realize it was me until my body shook, then sagged. All the energy, all the fear, all the unknown finally leaving me so that I sprawled over him, my chin on his shoulder, my arms around him, and my chest pressing against his as he held me.

“Bridget… Bridget, are you okay?” he panted, trying to tip my head up, but I kept myself clinging to him and resisted. Yet, I nodded against his shoulder and squeezed my eyes tightly closed to push out the last of the tears.

“Yes, Sam. I just need to be here with you. Just like this,” I whispered. “Just… hold me please.”

And because he was fucking perfect. He did.

13. Love You Forever

~ SAM ~

At some point, after both our skins had pruned, when the chill of the water started to invade that perfect bubble of connection, I picked her up and carried her back up to the treehouse. I walked straight to the bathroom and set her on her feet, pulling the towel off the hanger to dry her.

She shook like a baby animal, her knees slightly weak. She kept a hand on me at all times as I knelt down to dry her as carefully and thoroughly as I was capable, giving her instructions in a whisper, because even though we’d been loud out there, there was some precious about this silence together afterwards.

But the surprise came when I straightened and pulled the towel around myself to dry me, and she caught my arm.

“No, Sam. Let me.”

I blinked and looked down at her. “It’s fine, I don’t need—”

“No. Sam…please.Let me.”

There was something I didn’t quite understand in her eyes, but her lips curled up at the sides. So I handed her the towel and her smile got bigger.

She started at my hair. I had to lean down because she struggled a little. But once she’d dried my hair, she put the towel over her hand and ran it gently across my forehead, then down my cheeks.

“You’re so fucking hot,” she whispered. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Sam. Butthank God.”

I huffed, but she was moving towards my chest now, rubbing and dabbing at places on my neck and throat, then putting the towel over both hands and drawing it down my chest, over my ribs, to my waist, down to my penis and balls, where she took such care, it made me swallow when she cupped under them and dried so softly between my thighs.

“I need a lot of help,” she said quietly as she sank down to kneel and dry my legs, still moving slowly, but surely. “I know I do. And you’re so good at it. But I want to help you too, Sam.” Still down at my knee, she craned her head up to meet my eyes and I found myself swallowing because the look on her face was so full of love. “I don’t ever want you to feel like you’re only here to take care of me. Because I’m your wife,” she murmured. “I want to take care of you, too.”

“Trust me, babe. You do,” I grinned.

She smiled wickedly too, but then shook her head. “Not only like that.”

Then she dried my other leg and stopped talking for a moment, so I thought she was done. But when she straightened she moved around me to my back and started the whole process again, from the shoulders down. And when she was behind me, she spoke again.

“I thought a lot today,” she said quietly. “Turns out… the reason I was scared to give that to you wasn’t because I didn’t trustyouwith it. It was because I was afraid you’d give it to someone else that didn’t love me like you do.”

“I won’t ever show it to anyone, Bridget.”

“I know. And maybe there will be a day when I’ll share some of that with someone else. But I want you to know… you were right,” she breathed.

I frowned. “Right about what?”

She’d finished drying my back and ass, her hands cupping me for a moment before she walked back around to my front, dropped the towel over the rack, then turned and leaned into my body and slid her arms around me. I returned the favor.

“You were right that I’m trapped,” she said, and it was the first flash of fear I’d seen since I found her in the water.

“It’s going to take time, Bridget. I’m not—”

“No, no. I mean… you were right that… this helped. I can feel it. Something shifted when I gave that to you Sam. I don’t know if I’ll ever not be afraid. But… when you’re close it doesn’t overwhelm me. And now… now that you’ve heard all of it, I can feel us sharing it, like you were talking about.”

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