This wasn’t just an orgasm.
It was a reclamation.
I’d barely had a chance to come down from the bliss rolling through my body when Henry pulled out and tugged me to my unsteady feet, his hand stroking his cock.
I didn’t have to ask what he wanted.I knew.
Spitting out my panties, I lowered myself to my knees and parted my lips, the sight of him stroking his glistening cock setting me on fire all over again.He gave himself a few final tugs, then let go, ejaculating on my tongue, my chin, over my chest.
Once he was done, he yanked me to my feet, slamming his lips to mine, not caring that I tasted like him.And I didn’t care that he tasted like me.If anything, it turned me on even more.
Tearing away, he leaned his forehead against mine, his ragged breaths echoing around us.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“For what?Letting you fuck me?”
“No.”He pulled back and pushed a tendril of hair behind my ear.“For trusting me.For choosing me to be the one to help you reclaim this part of you.I’m not sure I deserve it, but I’ll do everything I can to prove I do.”
Emotion stung behind my eyes, my throat heavy from the sincerity in his words.
I lifted onto my toes and brushed my mouth against his.“You already have.”
He kissed me again, deeper this time, but the sound of his phone vibrating on the counter broke the moment.
He groaned, pulling away and glancing at it.Blake’s name flashed on the screen.
“Do you need to get that?”I asked, extracting myself from his embrace.
He looked torn.“I probably should.”
“Talk to him.I need a shower anyway.”
“I’ll make it quick so I can join you.”His mouth curved into a hungry smile.“Then maybe we try breakfast again.”
“Sounds good to me.”
I headed upstairs, warmth spreading through me at the weight of his eyes on me as I disappeared down the hallway and into his room.
In the bathroom, I turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up before stepping under the stream.I released a long sigh, the water soothing the muscles Henry had worked so thoroughly.But it was a good ache.
A reminder of what I’d taken back.
I’d barely gotten my hair wet when the shower door opened and Henry slipped inside.
“That was quick,” I remarked.
“Yeah.”
Something in his voice made my stomach tighten.“What is it?Did something happen?”
He hesitated.“Blake found Schaffer’s files.The sterilizations.He wouldn’t tell me much over the phone.Said I needed to see it for myself.”
Ice slid through my veins.“Do you think he found something on Sarah?”
Henry pushed out a breath that sounded like defeat and dread tangled together.“I don’t know.”
“Then we need to get back,” I said.
