“You made yourself okay. You kept yourself safe. But the realization of how close you came to—” it looked like he bit his tongue before continuing. “It could have been worse. I could have lost you.”

“I’m right here. I’m reaching out for you.”

Such a difference from how we started our relationship. I was now the one seeking him out.

“And I want to reach back, but I’m so angry. I look at your face, at what he did to you, and I want to kill him. I want to rage and break shit. I want to bury myself inside you, not letting you even an inch from me.”

I glanced down and saw his muscles all flexing with tension and his cock hard.

“Please,” I whispered. “I don’t want to be an inch from you either.”

With a heavy frown, he turned off the water and peeled the shirt and my panties off and left them in the shower. Reaching for a towel, he gently dried my hair and body that had gotten damp.

Helping me from the shower, he quickly dried off and led me to the bedroom and laid me down like he had before.

“Under the covers,” he said.

I looked up at him, “Only if you’re coming with me.”

I held out my arms and waited, praying he’d stay.

Finally, he slowly sank down, and I parted my thighs to cradle him. He had all his weight on his arms.

“You won’t hurt me,” I whispered, and brought him down for a kiss. I pulled the blankets around us, and he lowered himself to his forearms, then looked at me to gauge my reaction.

“I’m okay,” I assured him. I wrapped my legs around his hips, his cock nudging my entrance. “This,” I reached down to grip him and rolled my hips enough to take the tip of his cock inside me, “is where I want to be. You are what I need.”

He groaned and kissed me softly as he slowly pushed further inside.

Tension poured off of him like he was holding back from scooping me up and hugging me hard. But he didn’t. He was so gentle, touching me like a butterfly’s wings.

He pushed forward until he was buried to the hilt, and I exhaled in happiness. Connection. Him. What I needed.

He didn’t retreat, just gently rocked, feeling me, kissing my face softly down to my neck. His rhythm didn’t quicken, he just kept stirring, refusing to leave my body for an instant. He bent his head to kiss along my breast and gently pull a nipple between his lips.

I ran my hand through his hair, every sensation lit up my nerves, and all I felt was pleasure and bliss.

I was okay.

We were okay.

Everything in the world was righting itself.

He pumped deep, my orgasm coming on slow and intense. He kissed up my neck again to my mouth. Tasting his lips was like coming home. A home he made me feel a part of. Like family. The one thing I never truly had.

“Cal,” I whispered against his mouth. He looked at me, and I cupped his face. “I love you.”

He frowned, like something struck his chest, but there was a sadness and happiness behind his eyes. I was hoping, in time, the sadness would go away and all that would be left was joy.

“I love you. So damn much,” he said, and kissed me harder this time. Staying deep, his chest pressing against my breasts and feeling his warm skin envelope mine, I gave myself over to the pleasure and came apart in his arms.

I felt him harden further and come right behind me. My name on his lips as he did. This was home, I was certain of it. Right there with Cal. The thought made me so happy and so relaxed, I couldn’t help but close my eyes, and get lost in the warmth.

Chapter 24

I woke up and winced. The sting in my cheek was throbbing and ached. Cal’s big body was pressed against mine, his arms tucked close to his chest, as if he feel asleep telling himself not to touch me.

I grinned a little. He was so worried, but a step had been taken, and he could see that I wasn’t breakable. Despite the events of tonight, and the annoying ache in my cheek, I was feeling relatively good.

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