My body detonated again.
I cried out as I clenched with delirium.
I didn’t think I had the power to combust so spectacularly. I feared I’d splinter into teeny, tiny pieces and flutter away in the breeze.
“Christ, yes. Take me.” He thrust hard and deep, following me. His teeth latched onto my shoulder as we rode waves of bliss. Spurt after spurt, he filled me, coming apart in my arms.
Minutes passed where all I could think about was liquid. Liquid and wetness and heat. We clung to each other until my muscles started to seize and cramp, and a chill turned my sweat into goosebumps.
I never wanted to let him go.
Jethro slowly pulled out, laying me gently on the bed. Our ragged breathing matched as he pulled me into him, spooning me, protecting me.
If I could move, I’d cuddle him back but I had nothing left. I was drained beyond all comprehension.
“Thank you.” Jethro kissed my hair. “Thank you for letting me in.” His arms squeezed tighter, giving me gratitude in both actions and words.
I yawned, snuggling into him.
“Was it hard?” he asked quietly. “Was it painful to look inside yourself?”
I shook my head, unable to keep my eyes from closing. “No. To be honest, it was scarily easy.”
“It’s not hard to let go when you trust the person you’re with.”
I nodded. “You made it right, Jethro. You made it perfect.”
A few minutes passed. Sleep settled heavier on the outskirts of my thoughts.
Jethro sighed. “I want to do more with you. Fall deeper into you. Would you let me do that?”
The moment hovered. I could pretend to be asleep. I didn’t have toanswer. The thought of stripping myself even further scared but also excited.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, I would.” My voice was soft and full of love.
He hugged me hard. “I love you, Nila.” Pressing a kiss on my cheek, he said, “I’ve only just started. I have so many ways to show you the depth of my feelings.”
My eyes flared. Did he want moretoday? There was no way I had the stamina or strength. I was utterly spent.
“You can do whatever you want with me. But first, I have to sleep.” With his body heat and legs tangled in mine, I’d never felt so safe.
Jethro chuckled. “I want more—so much more. More than you can possibly imagine. But I’m patient. I’ve waited this long for you. I can wait another hour or two.” Kissing me again, he murmured, “Sleep, Ms. Weaver. Dream of me. And then I’ll steal you away.”
He gathered me closer.
Together, we drifted from this world into dreams.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Jethro
LIFE WAS PERFECT.
The most perfect it’d ever been.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this happy or this uncaring about my fate.
Nila was mine. I’d found my one true place.
