“Fear,” I admitted tightly.
“I’m sorry.” He kissed my cheek. “I’m here.” He kissed the other. “I’m okay.” He pressed his lips to mine. “I won’t do it again.”
Reaching out, I gripped the back of his head and slammed my mouth onto his for a rough, hard, demanding kiss.
How fucking dare he make me fear losing him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
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The concern I’d held over fucking up royally vanished as soon as he took my mouth in a punishing kiss that had my cock thickening so damn fast.
He’d been scared, but what got to him most was that he’d hated the thought of losing me.
He liked me.
He fucking liked me a damn lot.
I wanted to crow at the sky in elation.
But I was too busy enjoying this moment.
He pulled his mouth from mine and grumbled something along the lines of, “Foolish idiot doesn’t deserve this.” Before he yanked my shirt up and over my body. He studied my arm where I got the scrape from a passing bullet before using my shirt to wipe over the cuts he’d made and dropping it to the floor to glare at me again.
However, it didn’t last because he got distracted by my good looks.
His gaze slowly ran over my physique.
Oh, he liked what he saw.
Just like I loved every fucking inch of him and his hard shell.
“What do you want, snook?”
“Don’t call me that.”
I smirked. “Okay, baby.”
His gaze narrowed once more. “Or that.”
“What do you want?” I tried again.
“Control.”
I spread my arms wide. “You have it. Do with me what you want.”
His jaw clenched.
“You’d give your control up that easily?”
“Baby, for you, yes. No one else would have it or has had it.”
“What happens if I want to fuck you?” He cocked his head to the side, which was fucking adorable, as was how he was still glowering at me for making him feel things he didn’t want to admit to.
“Pound my ass all you want, baby.”
He straightened, gaze flaring in shock.
