I release his cock, and he quickly gets to his feet.
“Lie back on the bed,” he commands.
I’m happy to obey.
He stands over me, raking his gaze over my body. “Damn it, Bianca.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong at all. You’re just so…fucking…beautiful.”
I smile. “Thank you.”
He gives his cock a few pumps and then enters me, filling me to the brim. He moves slowly at first, leaning down to kiss me again as he drives himself into me.
His kisses grow deeper. More tongue, more collisions between our teeth.
He’s plowing me, going faster and faster. His eyes roll back in his head as he reaches the brink. A millisecond before he does, I reach the peak myself.
I feel his warm come spill into me, his pulses syncing with mine in an earthshaking orgasm. He stays inside me for a few endless minutes.
Then we sleep.
I wake to birdsong. Harrison must have cracked a window during the night.
I never missed the suburbs during my time in New York and then downtown Chicago, but now that I’m waking to such serenity, I wonder if I should consider a move to this part of town. Being in the middle of everything is convenient, but it’s also loud and unyielding.
Harrison’s home in Oak Park is a haven away from all that.
I crack a small smile. This is the first time Harrison and I have ever slept together.
In the literal sense, that is. We’ve had sex several times, but this was the first night I spent in his arms.
And there’s no place I’d rather be.
I sit up, rub my eyes. Harrison is still asleep next to me, snoring softly.
He’s instinctively placed himself on the side of the bed closest to the door. I read somewhere that when a man does that, he’s subconsciously being protective of his mate. Any intruder would have to go through him first to get to me.
It’s a small gesture, but despite everything that’s gone on the last few days, despite the ticking time bomb that could go off at any minute, I’ve never felt more safe and secure.
Harrison wakes up an hour or so later. I’ve gotten up and prepared a light breakfast of scrambled eggs and sausage patties. He walks into the room in a robe and looks absolutely luscious with his exposed chest hair and bedhead.
“You made breakfast?” he asks.
“Surprised?”
He smirks. “Of course not. It was just nice of you to do.”
“I should thank you for having such an organized kitchen.” I grin. “Very intuitive. Everything was where I expected it to be.”
He shrugs. “Guess I’m full of surprises.”
We sit down and enjoy the breakfast, washing it down with two glasses of fresh-squeezed orange juice. I have a change of clothes in my car—workout clothes I haven’t used in forever. I change into them after breakfast and then we head to the hospital to meet up with Alissa and Maddox, our music box in tow.
The hospital isn’t too busy, and we’re able to walk in discreetly, heading to the empty wing where Alissa and Maddox are being kept. When we get there, Dinah is just closing the door to Alissa’s ICU room. She smiles as we approach.
“Dr. O’Rourke. Bianca. I’m so glad you’re both okay.”
