I jerked back, keeping my eyes locked with hers, my eyebrows lowering. “Why would you ask that?”
“Because…” She didn’t move, but her eyes left mine. “I’m damaged, Wolfe.”
I reached for her, curling my hand behind her neck, turning her head so she was looking at me again. I brushed my thumb over her cheekbone, met her gaze, and held it. “You’re perfect,” I whispered.
She snorted. “Not by a long shot.”
I leaned forward, shifting our positions as I leaned her back on the sofa, my hand remaining behind her neck as I lay her down. “You’re perfect for me.”
Tears glistened in her eyes. “I want that to be true. You don’t even understand how much.”
“It is true. I don’t lie.”
I kissed her. No rushing, no pressure, just a long, leisurely kiss. She smelled so damn good, tasted even better.
Her hands were on me, cool fingers roaming beneath my shirt, making my breath lodge in my chest. When she attempted to remove it, I broke the kiss, allowing her to pull the shirt over my head. Her eyes drifted down to my chest, my arms, back up.
When she met my gaze again, there was heat there, and I knew damn well where this was headed. I was hesitant, but I knew if she asked, I wouldn’t be able to deny her anything.
Hell, at this point I was pretty damn sure I'd do anything for her.
Any damn thing.
Amy
Wolfe and Rhys were the right men, I knew.
The ones who would make me understand how good making love to someone could feel.
And Wolfe was here now.
As much as I wanted that, I was scared to ask him. I didn’t want him to feel sorry for me, didn’t want him to think I was using him to shove the memories away.
I wasn’t.
Not at all.
I wanted him with a passion I didn’t even understand, one that consumed me when I was around him.
“What are you thinkin’ about?” he whispered, his voice rough.
“I like touching you,” I admitted, allowing my hands to move over him slowly, gliding across the muscles that flexed and bulged as he held himself above me.
Wolfe smiled, his eyes darkening as he watched my face, seemingly content to remain right there, letting me explore.
I had no idea how long I spent simply trailing my hands over his warm skin. It wasn’t until a light knock at the door broke the spell that I stopped. I didn’t move, but neither did Wolfe.
“Who is it?” he called out, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Rhys.”
“Door’s unlocked.”
Wolfe lifted one eyebrow and I deciphered it as him seeking approval to remain where he was. I nodded in response, my body heating, the ache between my legs intensifying. Knowing Rhys was there…
It was exactly what I wanted.
The door opened, then closed. When a shadow fell over me, I tilted my head back, looking up at Rhys, seeing him upside down.
