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Pierce swears, grabs my hips, and doesn’t even hesitate as he slams himself home in a single thrust. I gasp in pleasure, my head tipping back, the size of him making me see stars. Needing more, I shift my hips, and whatever remaining control he has shatters. His hips snap forward, his grip on my hips turning almost brutal as he takes me.

And I fucking love every second of it.

It’s not long before a familiar tingle spreads through my limbs. Then he makes my world fall apart when he reaches between us and presses my clit in a way that has my breath and soul leaving my body. My back bows, my core clenching hard against his cock, and I grab his ass and drag him even closer, feeling every inch of him.

He touches me in a way that says he knows my every secret, my every fear, and he adores me anyway. It’s enough that I let go of everything and just enjoy the way he destroys me in the best possible way. He growls, his jaw clenching with his release, which only drags mine out longer and harder.

By the time I blink my eyes open, he’s holding me close, stroking my hair like he can’t stop touching me. He must sense that I’ve come back to my senses, because he pulls back slightly, kissing my shoulder before he tips my chin up.

“Stay here.” His tone is commanding, his eyes narrowing as he scans my face. “I’m going to start your shower and get you some clothes.”

I shiver as he pulls out of me, already missing his warmth. I watch him walk boldly across the room, not the least bit shy of his nakedness, and I realize I miss seeing him this way.

He’s a work of art.

As he turns on the water, steam instantly fills the bathroom, and I watch in bemusement as he fusses with the towels, like he’s reluctant to leave.

I’ve never allowed any of my previous lovers to stay with me, leaving the instant we finished, so it feels weird to have someone take care of me.

Pampering me.

I could get used to it.

As if sensing me watching, he flashes a sexy smile and stalks toward me. He gives me a thorough kiss that leaves me hungry for more, and I moan in protest when he pulls away. “Shower. Relax. We’ll come get you soon.”

Then he’s striding away.

Heat fills my cheeks as I openly ogle him, unable to turn away as I watch his gorgeous ass move. With a sigh of appreciation, I look away and jump down from the counter, then give a hum of pleasure when I’m still able to feel him between my legs, even after he’s gone. When he opens the door, River falls onto his back into the room from where he was leaning against the door.

Pierce glances at me, and I wave him off. I take a step toward River, stopping when I’m only a foot away, and peer down at him curiously, not the least bit disturbed he heard us having sex.

A lazy smile lights up his face, his warm brown eyes full of love as he takes in every inch of my naked body, giving a hum of pure appreciation at what he sees. “Hello, gorgeous. I missed you.”

Chapter Thirty-one

TABITHA

Itry to survey the man at my feet analytically, but it’s impossible to be completely impartial when my chest warms at just the sight of him. He’s bruised and battered…and absolutely gorgeous, despite being covered in blood.

Judging by his dopey smile, I would almost say he’s drunk, but his beautiful brown eyes are clear of everything but adoration for me, and my heart skips a beat at being the object of his affection.

Not the least bit shy of my nudity, I plant my hands on my hips and quirk a brow at him. “Did you want something?”

He doesn’t even miss a beat. “You.”

He reaches out, clamping his hand around my ankle, his thumb brushing lightly against the delicate skin, and my toes curl.

“Flatterer,” I mutter, then I sigh. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Ignoring my steaming shower, I stoop and grab his arm to help him rise. Though River helps, his hands seem more interested in wandering my body than anything else. I push him down on the closed toilet, slapping at his hands when he tries to grab my hips and haul me closer. “Injuries first.”

He freezes, not even daring to breathe as his eyes dart to mine, and he licks his lips, his gaze hungry. “Injuries first. Play second?”

“Play second,” I agree, a tiny grin quirking my lips at the boyish hope in his voice, then I hold up a finger. “Only if your injuries allow.”

It’s like I said the magical words, and he sits like an angel, back straight, hands on his knees, not even twitching.

Maybe not even breathing?

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