“You don't have to convince me,” he says, his good hand sliding up my thigh. “Tell me what to do, sunshine.”
I silence him with a kiss, pouring all my love and need into it. When we break apart, we're both breathing hard.
“I've been thinking about this all day,” I whisper against his lips. “About how I almost lost you before I could tell you how much you mean to me.”
His thumb traces my bottom lip. “You're not going to lose me. Ever.”
“Promise?” I breathe, and something in his expression shifts, becomes vulnerable and hungry all at once.
“Promise.”
Getting undressed turns out to be a slow-motion process that borders on exquisite torture. I start with his shirt, my fingers careful and deliberate as I work the fabric over his cast and good arm.
“Sorry,” I whisper when he winces slightly.
“Don't be sorry,” he says, his voice rough. “Don't stop.”
I move closer, my hands exploring the expanse of his chest, careful around the fading bruises. The urge to kiss every mark,every place he was hurt, overwhelms me. “I hate that you were hurt.”
“I'm okay,” he says, catching my hand and bringing it to his lips. “I'm more than okay.”
“Bedroom,” I murmur against his mouth.
He nods, and I help him stand before leading him slowly down the hallway. Once we reach his room, I guide him to sit on the edge of the bed, my hands already tracing the edge of his waistband.
As I trail kisses down his chest, my hands map every inch of skin I can reach. When I reach his jeans, I kneel between his legs, looking up at him as I work open the button. The sight of me on my knees in front of him makes his breath catch.
“Stella,” he warns, but his voice is strained with want.
I carefully work the denim down his legs, and my knuckles brush against him through his boxers in ways that make him tense. When I look up at him, his pupils are blown wide with desire.
“Let me take care of you,” I whisper as my hands skim up his thighs.
When I free him from his boxers and take him in my mouth, he groans my name like a prayer. He's hot and hard against my tongue, and the way he responds to every movement I make sends heat pooling low in my belly. I work him slowly, savoring the weight of him, the way his good hand tangles in my hair, the soft sounds he makes when I swirl my tongue just right.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” he gasps, his hips lifting slightly. “But if you keep doing that, I'm going to come, and I need to be inside you first.”
“Lay back,” I say, pressing kisses along his hipbone.
“Wait.” His good hand reaches for me, helping me stand. “Undress, Stella,” he commands, his fingers finding the hem of my shirt. “I want to see all of you first.”
I help him remove my clothes, and his eyes drink in every inch of skin as it's revealed. When I'm finally naked before him, he goes completely still.
“God, you're beautiful,” he breathes, and his hand skims up my ribs to cup my breast. “I can't believe you're mine.”
“I'm yours,” I whisper, leaning into his touch. “All yours.”
I crawl over him, pushing him back gently onto the bed, and when I sink onto him, we both go perfectly still. The sensation of him inside me feels intimate in a way that fills me with emotion. He fills me completely, and the feeling of connection is so intense that it brings tears to my eyes.
“God, Stella,” he breathes, his good hand gripping my hip. “You feel incredible.”
I start to move slowly, carefully, taking control so he doesn't have to worry about his arm. The angle is perfect, hitting spots that make me gasp and arch against him. The way he's looking at me like I'm something precious and powerful makes me feel beautiful.
“You're perfect,” he whispers, his eyes never leaving my face. “So fucking perfect.”
His good hand slides up my body to cup my breast, and his thumb brushes my nipple in a way that makes me moan. I lean down to kiss him, swallowing his groans as I move against him, our bodies finding a rhythm that's uniquely ours.
His fingers work expertly, circling and pressing while I move above him. The dual sensation of him inside me and his touch where I'm most sensitive builds the tension to an almost unbearable level.
