Chapter Fifty-Two

Lena hadn’t bothered to move. She was probably splayed out in some awkward pose, but she couldn’t care at the moment. She felt too good. He’d come to her for comfort, and she would do her best to make him feel good.

She felt the shift of the mattress as Dane stood, then the heavenly sound of steel teeth unlocking as his zipper was pulled down. Opening her eyes, she watched as he slid his jeans down his legs and moved for his boxers.

Despite the scars on his leg, she found him incredibly sexy. She also knew those weren’t the only scars he carried. There were many more on his heart, and she wished she could soothe those.

She moved first. Rolling onto her stomach, she used the elastic waist to pull him closer, and slid the soft cotton down his narrow hips. His erection sprang out when released, and she nuzzled it momentarily before guiding in into her mouth.

With a curse, he lurched backward, but not far enough to disengage. Braced on one elbow she looked up at him and pulled him closer again. She loved the power she held at the moment. For months she’d been powerless, but Dane had given her some control over her life. And his pleasure.

His hand went to her hair as he made a noise of pleasure, but he didn’t dictate her rhythm. He allowed her to set the pace. This simple freedom didn’t go unnoticed. Even earlier when she’d made a colossal mistake by pulling that gun, he’d allowed her the space to figure it out and do the right thing.

Once she was sure he wouldn’t pull away, she used her hand to roam over his other parts. Cupping and teasing him until he groaned.

She continued exploring him with her hand and mouth…until suddenly he shook his head and pulled away.

“No more,” he said, his voice rough, and reached for a condom. Their gazes locked and she saw so much more than just a battered body and flexing muscle. She saw Dane. The man who—despite dealing with his own tragedy—was helping her with hers.

She trusted him completely.

Seconds later, in a flurry of motion she found herself on her back. He pushed inside her with one long stroke.

He lifted her leg to his shoulder so he could get deeper inside her, and she tilted her hips to meet his hurried movements until he tensed and collapsed on top of her. His pulses shattered her, and she joined him in release.

His hot breath touched her hair as a drop of sweat meandered down her chest.

Her earlier chill had been replaced by his warmth. That warmth spread deep into her soul.