Her eyes widen, and she winces as if it’s painful. I lean down and kiss her cheek softly. “You need to rest, baby. We can talk in the morning.”
Her hands go to my shoulders. “I don’t want to rest, Logan. I’m numb… and I just want to feel something.”
I tilt my head. “Feel something?”
She slides her hand down my stomach. “Yeah, I want to get lost in you. I don’t want to think about these last two years without you. I want?—”
“Baby… are you sure? You’ve been through a traumatic?—”
She cuts me off and cups my manhood. “Yes, I’m sure. I want you.”
My hips jerk, pushing against her hold. I rest my forehead to hers. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She pushes me to my back. She pulls down my shorts while I lift my hips. In one movement, she sits astride me and pulls the T-shirt she’s wearing up her body and then throws it across the room.
Her hands go to my chest, and she smiles softly at me. “What do you think? You game?”
My hands go to her hips. “I just don’t want to hurt you… I’ll never hurt you again, Bree.”
I hold back, not wanting to push myself on her, needing to know she’s okay.
She slides backwards, and my cock twitches against her ass.
She squirms on me and then leans up so she can wrap her hand around my girth.
I suck in a breath as she lines me up to her center and slowly impales herself on me. I lean up, unable to hold back any longer. Pressing our chests together, I hold her to me. She starts to move, riding me, squeezing me until I feel that I’m going to explode.
She moans, and not wanting to hurt her cut lip, I kiss her neck.
She leans back, and I suckle her breast as she rides me.
“Yes,” she moans.
I lift my hips, meeting her thrust for thrust. She circles her hips, grinding her clit against me. Her moans get louder, and her pussy gets wetter. “Don’t stop,” she begs. I wrap my arms around her,holding tightly so that I can punch my hips against her.
Her release sets me off, and we both moan as our orgasms take over.
I fill her up, releasing my seed deep inside her, and when she falls limp in my arms, I lean back, turning her so she’s lying on her back.
I look down into her hooded eyes. “I’ll be right back.”
She holds on to me. “No… please don’t go.”
I nip at her lip. “I’m going to get us cleaned up, and then I’m coming back to bed… okay?”
She’s scared and rightfully so. She’s been through a lot, not just tonight but for the last two years. Knowing what I know now, I’m assuming that since she moved here to Whiskey Run, she’s been looking over her shoulder every second.
In this moment, I vow she won’t have to do that anymore. I’m going to take care of her. She won’t have anything to worry about.
I clean myself up and then carry a warm cloth back to the bedroom. I push Bree’s knees apart, and she holds her hand out. “I can do it.”
I hold the towel out of her reach. “I want to do it.”
She must see the determination in my eyes because she doesn’t argue with me any further. I clean her up, toss the towel into the hamper, and then lie down next to her. I don’t have to say anything; she just leans into me, wrapping herself around me. She melts into me and sighs.
“I love you,” I whisper.
I can feel her smile against my chest. “I love you, too.”
