Page 99 of Resurfaced Passion
“It’s why I didn’t tell you. I don’t ever want you to worry about me. That’s my job.”
She laughed but there was nothing funny here. “Since when?”
“Since always.”
“Since before you told me you even liked me?”
“Yeah.”
That was kind of fucked up too. That he’d taken on that kind of responsibility and she didn’t even know it. Was that the type of relationship he was looking for, where he shouldered all the major tasks and she was the little woman in the background, oblivious to his lifestyle and danger he might be in?
Because Paige wasn’t about that life and she would have told him so if his lips hadn’t started traveling down her neck at that exact moment. “Don’t be mad at me,” he said quietly, kissing her throat. His hands slipped around her waist to roll her onto her back and when he loomed over her, using his knee to spread her legs, she let him and felt him drop into the space.
Their breaths were whispers apart, his nose touching hers, his hips pressed snugly letting her feel his hardness.
“I need to be inside you.”
Paige moaned from low in her throat, shock electrifying every square inch of her body as her hips lifted automatically but she didn’t say a peep in return, she let her eyes tell him how not happy she was with him. Reaper was big on consent. Even though she was wild for him, crazy in lust with him and her body wanted his almost every minute of the day, he still stopped to ask if it was okay, if she was okay to fuck him. Every time.
Not giving him the words now was a little mean seeing as how they both were trembling wanting it and his cock nudged against her covered pussy, but she wouldn’t give him the words. Not even when his kiss turned savage, his tongue manic in her mouth, sending her dizzy with want.
“Paige, please.”
No words. Her breath harsh and choppy. Her hands roamed all over him.
“I’m sorry, I should have told you.” He pleaded against her lips. “I won’t hold back.”
She smiled and locked her fingers in his hair. “Be inside me.”
His groan was pure sex, it was the best way she could describe how animalistic he became in her bed in those few seconds. It rattled seductively and played music all over her skin. He started by wrenching her legs open.
He might wait for permission, but it didn’t mean Reaper wasn’t deliciously rough once he had it.
She loved that about him.
She loved everything about him but especially how clearly he wanted her.
It was imprinted on every inch of his taut face as he began peeling her out of her shorts and licking down the center of her body until her folds were well and truly quaking for more and when he slid home? Bliss. Doubly so when he didn’t take it easy on her, he screwed her brains out. Three times.
Their sex that night and well into the next morning was as consuming as ever. Paige’s body was spent and sated and tingling from overuse and a well caring man fast asleep on his belly beside her and through all that she had a niggling doubt chewing away at the inside of her mind.
If he could withhold bruises from her, what else would Reaper keep back from her … for her own good?
It was no foundation for any relationship and not a brand new one.
It was what worried her most of all.
While her body was well and truly relaxed, her mind was a pressure cooker, whirling thoughts and doubts around. It took a really long time for sleep to come.
It was music from the radio that woke Paige the next morning.
That and the smell of grease.
For a second she wondered if she’d fallen asleep at work but the moment her eyes opened she remembered it was her day off and she didn’t need to be woken by an alarm.
Standing with his back to her, Reaper, in low slung jeans and his Henley from last night, his hair tied back and his feet bare made for the sexiest sight.
He turned a half-smile on her, pan and spatula in hand as he tipped food out onto a plate.
