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I carry her down the hall and into my room. I don’t want to bring her back to her bedroom. Her clothes are all still scattered about and I don’t want to think about the fact that I almost lost her tonight.

Her arms are still around my neck when I sit on the edge of the bed with her in my lap. Her breath is warm against my skin. I brush my fingers along her back, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“You’re safe now,” I say, just above a whisper. “We’ve got you. You don’t have to run anymore.”

She lifts her head and looks at me. And the look in her eyes hits straight through every wall I’ve ever built.

She leans in, and I meet her halfway.

The kiss starts soft. But it quickly turns into something more.

She kisses me like she needs it to make everything else disappear. Her hand slides through my hair, then settles behindmy neck. I touch her face, tracing my thumb along the edge of her cheekbone.

She pulls me closer.

Her knees shift, one falling to either side of my thighs. The position presses her low against my lap, and the moment her hips settle, she grinds down against the hard length of me through my jeans. The pressure makes me moan.

My hand finds her lower back, holding her in place. Her hips roll, and the friction between us sparks something so raw it makes my hands shake.

I close my eyes for half a second, center myself, then open them again. She’s watching me.

I can’t stop myself from running my fingers across her face, down her throat, across her collarbone. My other hand slides under her shirt.

She lifts her arms, and I pull her shirt over her head. Her chest brushes mine as the fabric lifts away, and when her hair falls back around her shoulders, her eyes stay fixed to mine.

I can feel the heat of her body. She’s not shy about the way her body moves against me. We’ve been working toward this for days and I know she already went there with Jonah.

I want her so badly I can practically taste it. I’m already straining against my jeans, and every pass of her hips makes it worse.

Her mouth finds my neck. She’s not holding back, and that pulls the last thread of restraint right out from under me.

I lift her off my lap just long enough to get her out of her pants. She raises her hips, giving me full access. Her underwear goes with them. I drag the fabric down her legs, then toss it aside. I don’t waste time with mine. She watches me rise, eyes dark, mouth slightly parted, and when I push my boxers to the floor and lay back down between her thighs, she opens for me.

Her fingers wrap around my cock and squeeze. I groan low, then cover her hand with mine and kiss her again.

I grab a condom from the nightstand and quickly roll it on. Then I guide myself to where she wants me most, brushing the head through her folds once.

My grip on her hip tightens as I push inside. She takes all of me without flinching and I’m so fucking proud of her. Her breath catches as I bury myself to the hilt—so does mine.

I hold there for just a moment and I feel her thighs wrap tightly around me. This is only her second time and I want to give her time to adjust. But, my impatient baby doesn’t want to wait. Her hips roll, urging me deeper. And I can’t say no to her.

I pull out to the tip and then plunge back inside.

I set the pace, every thrust built to drive the point home that she’s mine now.

Her back arches. Her fingers dig into my shoulders. She gasps when I shift the angle just right. I do it again, slower this time. She moans into my neck and drags her nails down my back.

I reach under her thigh and hook it higher on my hip. It opens her more, lets me sink deeper. She takes every last bit of me.

Every sound she makes cuts through me.

I lean down, press my lips to her ear. “Tell me what you need.”

Her hips buck. Her eyes meet mine again.

“You,” she says. “Just you.”

That’s all it takes.