Page 41 of Justice for Radar

I nodded and turned around for her, just a little disappointed.

I listened to the rustle of her clothing and the click of buckled and the rasp of zippers and it drove me a little crazy. The whisper of cloth against her skin and suddenly she was like, “It’s okay, you can turn around now.”

I turned around to see her sitting up in my bed and shit, wasn’t that just inviting?

I pulled my shirt over my head, and she blushed, averting her eyes.

“Gonna grab a quick shower,” I told her. I didn’t want to come to bed with ball stank or something. She nodded, and I went into the bathroom after grabbing a clean pair of boxers out of the drawer.

I showered lightning fast for me, lathering and rinsing in record time before shutting off the water and running a towel over myself so I could pull on my boxers. Out in the room, she was curled on her side beneath the sheet, eyes closed, drowsing lightly. I turned on my bedroom television for just a little ambient noise, sparing a thought for my girls before sliding into the bed beside Jussy.

She immediately cuddled into my side as though she was meant to be there.

I loved that.

I kissed her forehead and asked, “Tired, baby?”

“Mm, mm-hm.” She was adorable, taking a moment then admitting she was indeed tired… I couldn’t blame her.

Fuck.

I was torn. On the one hand, I just wanted to fuck the hell out of her, on the other, she was just so sweet, too sweet and I could watch her like this forever.

I sighed and cuddled her close.

I mean, maybe in the morning? I didn’t want to rush things…

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It was warm, and so comfortable being fetched up against his side, head on his chest, his hand in my hair massaging my neck and the back of my head, his other hand smoothing up and down my arm. I was drowsing lightly the drone of the television in the background soothing, and I know, I know, it was so incredibly selfish of me to soak this up, but it’d been so long… if ever, that I’d felt so cared for and cherished.

Finally, with a contented sigh, he pressed his lips to my forehead and switched out the bedside light.

God, when his warm lips touched my forehead, I justmelted. My light drowse deepening into sleep. I didn’t even notice when he twisted under me to settle himself, drawing me into the circle of his arms more completely. His free hand which had smoothed up and down my arm slipping beneath my satin cami’s top and suddenly I froze, eyes flying open and body drawing taut, on high alert as I grabbed his wrist and threw up resistance to his touching my ruined side.

“Shhh, easy, baby. It’s okay,” he murmured and kissed my forehead again. I felt myself go slightly more lax under that touch of lips and I had to lick my suddenly dry ones and try a couple of times to get my voice out of my tightening throat.

“It’s not,” I said, voice thick with emotion.

“Itis,” he insisted but he kept his hand from my side, and while he refused to move it back, he didn’t force me to do anything. It was my decision, let him touch or pull his wrist away, I could feel the vibration of his waiting all the way to my soul.

I looked up into his dark eyes, the look on his face impassive in the wavering blue light from the television and I didn’t see any judgment there… just patience, waiting on me to make my decision.

I released his wrist and his hand felt gentle and warm on my side. I closed my eyes as he smoothed it lightly over my raised scars and when I opened them, he was smiling faintly, his gaze warm.

“Thank you,” he murmured. He pressed his lips to mine with an almost reverence. I sucked in a sharp breath and opened to him as he dug his thumb and fingers slightly, massaging my flank. I swallowed hard and he rolled me onto my back, leaning over me protectively as he deepened the kiss as though he couldn’t get enough.

Which, fancy that, I couldn’t get enough either.

I cradled his face with one hand my other drifting to his ass and pulling myself closer and he groaned in appreciation.

“Mm, keep that up I’m going to do more than just pet you,” he purred, and I giggled.

“I think I’d honestly like that,” I said, surprising myself a bit. I mean… I had just been with Billy under a week ago and in Radar’s arms, he was almost all but forgotten and wasn’t that some sort of unseemly?

When he kissed me again, I didn’t care if it was unseemly or not. In fact, it felt as thoughallof my cares just fell away under his kiss, his touch, the shelter of his hard compact body.

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