“You take me so beautifully,” I praised.
That seemed to encourage her, and it wasn’t long before she’d taken me right to the edge. I was shaking, cursing, letting her hear my appreciation. When my balls tightened and tingles started at the base of my spine, I tried to pull back, but she held me in place. Panting, I emptied in her mouth, shuddering as she gently licked my oversensitive cock. Before I collapsed and hurt her, I flopped onto the thin strip of sofa between her and the edge and wrapped my arms around her.
“Thank you,” I murmured.
She smiled like a cat with the cream. “I enjoyed it.”
“Me too.”
She laughed, the sound husky from the way I’d used her throat. “I never saw us ending up here.”
I kissed her cheek. “I did, but I wasn’t sure how I’d ever get past your dislike of me.”
She grimaced. “I’m sorry about that. It wasn’t fair of me to think the worst of you just because of how you look. It wasn’t intentional, but I should have done better.”
I secured her against my chest. “I get it.”
I knew how it felt to be betrayed. Perhaps her betrayal hadn’t resulted in any physical harm coming to her, but it had still completely upended her life. Some people might say Bergen had destroyed the life she’d built, but I happened to think she’d risen from the ashes pretty damn impressively. I wanted to tell her how much I could sympathize, but that would mean being open about things I’d never talked about. Not even Ronan and Kade knew the full story of how I’d ended my employment with the agency. They knew I wasn’t on good terms with my former bosses. I hadn’t wanted to relive the trauma I’d been through, and at the time, it hadn’t seemed necessary. Now, though? Now, maybe, it was.
If I wanted a real chance with Fiona, I’d have to share my history with her. We couldn’t have a relationship built on lies. And yeah, she hadn’t said she wanted a relationship with me, but if I wanted that to change, I had to do something about it. She’d trusted me when she jumped off the side of theClaudetteand plunged into Lake Michigan. In return, she’d discovered that I’d kept things from her. It was time to show her that I trusted her in return.
“Hey, Fi?”
“Mm?” She turned to me sleepily, but something in my expression must have startled her because she frowned and tried to sit up straight. We shuffled around together until we were side by side on the sofa. “What is it?”
I hesitated. “There’s something I’d like to share with you, but you can’t ever repeat it to anyone else. Not even your closest friends. If you’d rather, I can keep it to myself, but you’re the first person I’ve ever wanted to tell.”
