“Totally worth waiting for.”
Relief filled him as his cock went soft. Her being a virgin aside, he’d wanted their first time to be special. To be everything she wanted it to be. A thorough fucking she’d never forget. He’d wanted to plant himself so deep inside her body, she wouldn’t be able to get rid of him.
Wouldn’twantto be rid of him.
Not ever.
“What about you?” she asked.
“Me?”
“Yeah. Are you okay?”
“Summer, I’ve never been more okay in my life.” His knee throbbed, and his arm muscles burned with the effort of keeping his weight from crushing her, but he’d told her the truth. He’d never been better, happier, or more comfortable in his own skin than right now.
She owned him. Stolen his heart. Healed him with her inner strength. There’d never come a time when he wouldn’t be grateful to his fierce little pixie for standing up to him and putting him in his place. On his knees. At her feet. Where he belonged.
Too soon to say more, he bit off the three little words hovering on the tip of his tongue and kissed her once more. “Don’t move,” he ordered.
He pulled out of her, and she groaned. Despite his movements being awkward, thanks to his fucked-up knee, he managed to get himself off the bed without falling on his face. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
“Jamie! The sheets.” She looked in horror at a few splotches of blood on the white cotton.
“I don’t give a fuck about the sheets, baby.” He bent over and kissed her hard and fast. “Wait here.”
He hitched his way into the bathroom, turning on the faucet when he reached the sink. When the water turned lukewarm, he grabbed a washcloth and wiped the streaks of pink off his cock, from around his balls and between his legs.
Then tossing the cloth into the sink, he took a fresh one, soaked it with water, and hightailed his ass back to where Summer waited. “Spread them,” he said, hitching his chin at her legs.
“God, you’re bossy,” she complained but slid her thighs wide. “I can do this for myself, you know.”
“I know.” The cloth folded in quarters, he cleaned her gently, flipping to a new section with every pass as he wiped away the blood and the come. “How do you feel?”
“Sore, but good.”
“Think you can stand?”
“I lost my virginity, Jamie. Not a leg.”
“Smartass.” He tossed the cloth onto the mattress and offered her a hand. “Go use the washroom while I change the sheets, and make sure you pee.”
“Yes, sir.” She gave him a sexy grin and a sloppy salute, dodging out of reach when he tried to smack her ass. “See…” she tossed over her shoulder. “My legs work just fine.”
She disappeared into the dressing room, and he got to work stripping the bed, a slow process as he limped around the king-sized mattress, pulling up the corners and removing the fitted sheet. When she reappeared, she hadn’t bothered with covering up, but she did have a set of clean linens.
He reached for the bedding. “I’ve got this. Why don’t you go check on Halia?”
She twisted her torso, protecting the bundle in her arms. “Halia’s fine. Like you said, it’s the two of us now. We made this mess together. We clean it together. I love that you want to take care of me, but I want to take care of you too.”
He grinned. “You really are a stubborn little pixie, aren’t you.”
She lifted her chin and grinned back at him. “What can I say? You bring out the best in me.”
* * *
Summer woketo the muted light of dawn, and the vague sense things were different. Surrounded by more than blankets, she snuggled into the pocket of heat warming her backside and came flush against Jamie’s hard-on.
Her pussy clenched, and the discomfort she felt served as an immediate reminder of the night they’d shared.Oh God.She’d lost her virginity—in spectacular fashion—and her body hurt. Everywhere. Muscles she hadn’t even used had tightened while she’d slept.
