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CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

REED

“Show me.” Her tender tone sends a ripple down my spine, and I close my eyes at the thought of never being given the opportunity to touch her like this again. How I want to.

When I open my eyes, it’s with a renewed sense of determination, one to make her realize how much she means to me.

This moment isn’t about getting my rocks off, or treating her roughly, it’s about me showing her how much I love her. How much I want her, and more importantly, how good we are together in the hope she will never leave me again.

I slowly unbuckle my belt buckle, my eyes never leaving hers. “Are you okay with this?” My gaze roams over her, and she nods.

“I stopped bleeding. I’m okay.”

“We don’t have to.” But fuck, do I want to.

“I want to.”

My body sags in relief because thank fuck for that.

I slide my zipper down. My balls are heavy with need, and I already know I won’t last long. “I’ll go slow.”

She bites into her bottom lip and nods. Then my hand trails up her skirt, and the moment I touch her smooth skin, arousal thrashes through me. She’s a drug and I’m the addict, desperate for a hit of her, completely enabled, and I withdraw the moment I’m without her, causing me to buckle under the pressure.

Her panties are soaked, and I finger the lacy fabric between my fingertips, loving the feel of her wetness and need for me. My balls draw up, and I bite into the side of my mouth.

“I’m not going to last long,” I admit. “I’m sorry.”

“Me neither. I’ve been craving you.”

Her words make my chest fill with pride and satisfaction. She’s been craving me.

I bury my head in her neck and breathe in her scent, filling my soul with her presence. If I have to spend the rest of my life making it up to her and my boys, I will. I’ll prove to them I’m the man they deserve.

My fingers tremble as I push her panties to the side. Her hips buck when I graze over her swollen clit, and I revel in the reaction as sparks of arousal flare inside me.

As I pull my cock from my boxers, pre-cum coats my hand, dripping between us, and I use the head of my cock to rub up and down her slit.

The small gasps and moans of encouragement spur me on, and she bucks beneath me.

“Please,” she pleads so epically. “Please, Reed.”

I rear back and scan her face. “Tell me you love me,” I beg, hoping she can see the truth and desperation in my eyes. Hoping she can see into my broken soul as I plead with her to fix me. Fix us.

“Tell me you love me, Gia.” And everything will be okay.

I wait with bated breath as she swallows, her eyes swimming with unshed tears, and I suck in a sharp breath when she cups my jaw with her palm. “I love you, Reed.”

“I fucking love you too.” I slam my lips against hers and slowly push inside her, filling her to the hilt as our tender kiss becomes feverish. Both of us swallow back our groans, our longing.

My hips work at a steady pace, determined to make it last. One thrust after the other in calculated moves that send waves of pleasure through me.

I move my fingers over her swollen bud, grazing and toying with it in circular motions. Her heavy pants spur me on with each touch, and her pussy tightens around me. She comes undone in my arms, and Christ, she’s the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

“I love you, my little thief,” I repeat as my release floods her, and I will her body to swell once again.