“Missing?” I repeat, lifting an eyebrow.
“Hawke, I only wanted you. No one else has ever touched my heart. I’ve never been with anyone. I kept hoping someday you’d seeme. Not the high schooler you first met.”
“Then we’ve both got a first coming. I’ve never been with a virgin.”
She laughs.
“What?”
“Aren’t we a pair. I’m pretty sure the mechanics are the same regardless.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. I want....”
Leaning forward, she places a palm on my cheek. “I’m not afraid. You’ve always been kind and gentle with me. You aren’t going to change. In fact, sometimes you’re a little too gentle.”
“Condoms. I don’t have condoms.”
“There are some under the sink in the bathroom, along with feminine products. Whoever manages your safe houses thinks of everything.”
“Are you sure about this?”
“Are you? You seem skittish for a big bad tough guy.” Frowning, an emotional mask slips over her countenance. “I don’t want to be a sympathy fuck. The poor damaged little girl. Handicapped and scarred so badly no one will want her.”
Standing, I move in front of her and help her stand. I slide a hand over her shoulder spearing my fingers into her hair and cupping the back of her head. Sliding my other hand over her hip, I palm her nice round ass and urge her against me, so she feels how much I want her before I claim her lips.
I’ve dreamed of kissing her a thousand times. The reality is more exhilarating than I imagined. My blood pulses in my veins, the flood gates fail and desire rushes my senses.
Pulling away a fraction, heart racing, I stare into her passion widened eyes. “I... If we do this, I don’t know if I could let you go. You’re it for me. And I’ll be a protective and possessive asshole.”
She smiles. “I’ve waited ten years for you to see me. I know exactly the man you can be. You don’t scare me. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I saw you, babe. Saw you. Dreamed of you. Loved you. I don’t deserve you. But you’re mine now. I’m never letting you go.”
She slides her palm up my arm, over my bicep then shoulder to curl her fingers around the back of my neck. “Little less talk, a lot more action, Hawke.”
Her kiss is sweet, a little tentative before she goes all in and rocks my world. Teasing my lips, she stakes her claim with a little nibble before seeking entrance and dueling with me for control. Damn this woman is perfect for me.
“I’ll be right back.” I grab the whole box of condoms from the bathroom, put them on the bedside table and check the security on my phone. Everything is clear. Throwing the covers back I go to my girl and scoop her into my arms. She laughs then smiles up at me. Helping her out of her night clothes, I lay her gently in the middle of the bed.
“I’ve fantasized about you for years. There are so many things I want to do with you. Right now, I want to kiss you from head to foot, pleasure that little pussy and make slow sweet love with you all day long.”
“Humm, sounds perfect to me.”
“We need to be careful of your injuries. There are some positions that will be easier on you than others. You need to be honest with me if anything gives you pain.”
“You’ve researched this? Sex with my injuries?”
“I wanted to know everything about you, how your life would change and everything I could do to make it easier for you. Any guy that dated you was going to have to meet your brother’s and my standards. I was going to make sure they knew what they could and couldn’t do. There are some dumb shits out there that don’t think.”
She starts laughing so hard I think she’s crying. “Laney, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
She shakes her head, still smiling. “I love you, Elias Hawke. Make love to me.”
Make love. Yes. I’m going to ‘make love’ for the first time in my life. I need to make it perfect for her.
Striping my own clothes, I lay next to her braced on one elbow and run my hand from shoulder to hip. The scars on her hip and down to her knee are a reminder of what she’s suffered.
“I won’t let them define me, Hawke. Please, don’t you either.”
