Page 132 of What About Love

A sob broke her laugh. His hand came up to her face. “As for the rest, I’m sorry, Angie, but I can’t go through that again.”

She merely stared up at him tongue-tied, her mind a whirlwind of confusion. Finally, she stammered, “But you just said—”

“Not what you’re thinking. I meant, I can’t go through that night again, coming home and finding my home violated, my family murdered. Therefore, the white picket fence is also out. A ten-foot fence with a security gate, nothing less. And we’ll have Jonas design the best damn home security system that money can buy.”

She blew out a relieved breath as the tears that had been threatening began to fall.

“I love you, darlin’, and I’m not taking any chances of losing you.”

“Oh, T,” she choked, tears of happiness nearly blinding her. “I love you, too.”

“Get up here,” he growled as he lifted her with his uninjured arm. As her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, he walked toward her bedroom.

“You’re just out of surgery, T. Put me down.”

With his face buried in her neck, he pulled her ass in closer, grinding his fly and the hard ridge of flesh beneath it into the crotch of her jeans.

“Does it feel like I’m injured?”

A knock sounded at the door. “Hey! Did anyone call for a cab?”

“Go ’way. She’s not going to fucking Los Angeles.”

“T!” she exclaimed with a giggle. “I’m sorry,” Angie called over his shoulder. “There’s been a change in plans.”

She could hear him grumbling as he stomped away. “I should call and cancel my flight. The last-minute ticket was $600.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He’d made it to her room and dropped her down on the bed. “In fact, the only fuck I care about is the one I’m about to give to you.”

The intensity and passion with which he said those words roused the same desire in her. In a frenzy of flying fingers, they sacrificed a few popped buttons and Angie’s lace panties as they hastily shed their clothes. They only slowed long enough to carefully pull T’s shirt over his bandaged shoulder. He grimaced as he tossed it aside and turned back to her.

At that point, Angie paused, concern palpable in her voice. “Your shoulder is bothering you. If you overdo, you’ll tear your wound open. Roll onto your back. I’m getting on top.”

Her order was met by an imperiously arched brow. “Is that so? Are you ordering me about in the bedroom, little bit?”

“Uh, well, yes,” she began hesitantly, the next instant meeting his eyes with firm resolve. “In this instance, I am.”

He crawled onto the bed, moving toward her with a gleam in his eye. She backpedaled, but he surprised her by falling onto his back with a grin.

“Climb on board, baby. I’ll happily let you ride me—today.”

“Really? That easily?”

“I know my limits. One-armed push-ups I can usually do, but I’ve got no staying power right now. I’ll give you the position, although I still call the shots. You’ll ride me while I finger your clit and suck on your nipples. When you’re ready to come, you’re gonna crawl up and sit on my face. With your delicious pussy spread wide for my mouth, I’m gonna eat you until you come screaming my name. Maybe once will satisfy me, though probably not. So be prepared to be eaten for a good long time, coming repeatedly. After that, I’ll want your mouth around my cock, sucking me off until I pour a few weeks’ worth of sexual frustration down your throat. You’ll lap up every drop and thank me for it. I won’t be done yet and will want you to ride me again until we both find it again, simultaneously.”

She stared at him, her lips parted, the air moving in and out fast. “I’m not in charge at all, am I?” she questioned shakily.

He laughed. “Shit no, but I think it’s cute that you tried.” With his good arm, he dragged her closer. “Mount up. It’s been too long since I’ve had my cock inside you.”

She swung her leg over him and straddled his hips. Since he was one-handed, he balanced her at the hip while she aligned the head of his cock with her drenched opening. When she slid down, taking all of him, they both groaned with pleasure.

T’s thumb found her clit again as he pulled her down, enough so that her breasts dangled above his mouth. She clutched the headboard with white-knuckled fingers as she rode him hard and fast. But her first orgasm of the day came as she rode his tongue with a cry so loud, she knew they heard it clear down on the River Walk.

He did all the things he swore he would and took well over an hour doing it. After an incredible simultaneous climax, with his harsh masculine groans melding with her resonant cries of pleasure, they took a brief break. T was fresh out of the hospital, after all. With stomachs growling, they went foraging in the kitchen for what little Angie had left in her cupboards. It wasn’t much. They finished up the orange juice she had in the fridge and shared a chocolate pudding cup, puckering and grimacing at the sweet-and-sour taste combination in their mouths.

T then dragged her back to bed, promising to call in a pizza, later. It wasn’t until early evening when “later” came. By that time, Angie was too exhausted to think about food. When the delivery man arrived, she barely stirred as T got up, slipped on his jeans, and answered the door.

He roused her enough to eat a slice with him while they cuddled in bed. “Since you’re already packed,” he announced as he started his fourth slice, “we’ll load up my truck with your stuff and move you into my house tomorrow.”

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