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Melena’s giggle made my grin widen. What? I knew he was thinking it. Guys know these things. Her dad would be a stone-cold killer and clean-up man if he thought his little girl was in peril.

She scooted closer on the bed and brought her hands to my shoulders to lean in for a brief kiss. The short sweep of her lips against mine made me hungry for more, but we weren’t done talking. As she broke away, she smiled reassuringly. “Jimmy, you’re one of the most honorable and caring men I know. We make a good team, and I love you.”

I leaned down to kiss her before leaning back when we were both breathless. My turn. I took a deep breath. Melena had been brave; I could be brave too. I’d offered her an out, and she hadn’t taken it. She smiled as I pulled back far enough to watch her face.

“Melena Nemitz, you’ve been my light these last few weeks. You make everything better.Everything.And I love you.”

She arched a dark brow. “Even sandwiches, I make sandwiches better?” she asked.

My nod was firm. “Everything.”

“But you hate how much mustard I put on them.”

I nodded. “Yes, but I love you.”

Her smile made me want to capture it and keep it. Twenty years from now, I wanted to remember that smile. The hope. The happiness. It mirrored my own.

Relief rushed through me. We were alone. Married. In love. Did I mention alone? Blood raced to my groin at the thought of all the ways we could get loud. Our desire wasn’t a danger to Melena’s health any longer. The ache in my leg retreated as endorphins flooded my system. We’d held back so long, relief and love were a heady cocktail, leaving only desire in their wake.

Melena was mine. From the top of her shiny dark head to the tips of her painted toes and all of the curves in between. My gaze met hers before hers traveled down my body. Clad in only my boxer shorts for bed, there was plenty to see. I ached to explore her soft skin. Every lush inch called to me. The hint of jasmine made my nostrils flare. Blood rushed south in tandem with her gaze, and my boxers tented before I put on a show and my erection popped out. I looked down and scratched my head before looking back into Melena’s brown eyes. “Well. This is awkward.”

She didn’t laugh. Instead, she pushed to her knees and crawled across our bed, throwing a knee over me. Melena settled back until my erection hit the V between her thighs.Mercy.I swallowed. She maintained eye contact as she grabbed the hem of her shirt, slowly inching it up her rounded thighs, exposing golden skin that made my heart pound. The beat was answered in my dick, throbbing in time. Melena kept going, sliding her shirt higher, exposing her softly rounded belly before pulling it off overhead, and exposing the heavy breasts I loved so much. Each one tipped dark pink and soft to the touch. I wanted to touch. I’d been sitting mesmerized, watching the show. I reached out, dragging my fingers softly from the creases at her hips, to her waist, reveling in her silky softness. The dark scrap of lavender silk she still wore the only thing between us.

Melena leaned in, sliding more firmly against my erection, and I groaned as her lips captured mine. She undulated her hips, moving against me as our kiss deepened, and it was her turn to groan. My hands continued their exploration, moving up to cup her breasts. I enjoyed the weight of each one, testing them in my hands before brushing her nipples with my fingers. Melena broke our kiss and leaned back, giving me more room to explore.

She kept up the slow rotation of her hips as I worshipped at her neck before skating my lips down her collarbone. Damn cast. I wanted to thrust against her heat, but my leg kept me immobile. Torture. I happily let Melena use me for her pleasure, thrusting to maintain steady contact. Her panties grew damp against my cock, and I reached between us, tugging the leg of her panties aside to reach her clit. I applied gentle pressure to the knot of nerve endings and watched her face carefully.

“Faster,” she murmured, before leaning in to kiss me.

Yes, ma’am.I kept up tempo as our kisses deepened, enjoying the slow slide of her tongue. Her mouth left mine as she trailed kisses down my neck, and it was all I could do to contain the throbbing and hold on at the scrape of her teeth. I rubbed faster against her slick folds until the pulse of her contractions hit, and Melena arched back before slowly relaxing forward against me. I kissed her damp forehead, and she leaned back to look at me.

“That was...”

“A small display of my video game finger dexterity and ability to rapid fire.”

Melena let out a small laugh before placing a quick kiss on my lips. “Then it’s time for me to show you my joystick skills. Flight simulators used to be my jam.”

I groaned and laughed at her pun, but her words sent a fresh rush of blood to my ‘joystick.’

“Yes,ma’am.”

She laughed and stood to strip off her panties before digging in the nightstand. She climbed back over my hips and leaned in for a kiss as she handed me the condom. “If you think I’m a great driver, wait until I make you fly,” she whispered.