I feel him gently wrap his arms around me and pull me to my side and into his body. I rest my head against his chest, and circle his massive body with my arms. Michael feels so good, so warm and solid next to me. So safe. I place a kiss against his chest where his heart is beating.

“If you tell me that this shouldn’t have happened, I might hurt you,” I joke, my voice sleepy and full of satisfaction.

Michael grunts in return, making me giggle. He kisses the top of my head and his fingers softly brush through the ends of my hair. The soft touch feels so good, I kiss his chest again, then move to his shoulder, before finally burrowing into his neck and placing kisses against his pulse there. I bring my hand slowly to his stomach and back to his chest, letting his chest hair brush against my hand, loving the feel of it…of him.

“You keep that up and I’ll end up taking you again, and we shouldn’t,” he mumbles in his deep voice. I tense, then pull away slightly before taking my hand and making a fist and half-heartedly hitting him in the stomach. “Umpf!” he groans, making the noise as air leaves his body. “What did you do that for?”

“I told you not to say we shouldn’t have had sex!” I growl back, upset that he would mess up this moment. For a second, it felt like perfection, exactly how I always envisioned being intimate with someone would be—but never was.

“I didn’t. I just meant, your body needs to rest, Hayden. You’ve been through a lot today, and you are delicate right now, because of Maggie. I just want us to be safe.”

“Oh…well, that’s better, I guess,” I mumble, slightly embarrassed. “You should have said that,” I scold him.

He grunts in reply, and pulls me back into him.

“I should get up. I need to take a shower,” I tell him, yawning.

“What for? It’s late, Beauty. Go to sleep,” he says, sounding as if he’s almost there himself.

“But…” he sighs in frustration, and I feel guilty because I like that he was so relaxed. I’ve not seen him like that.

“But what?”

“I…well…I mean…”

“Jesus, Hayden, spit it out,” he mutters and that annoys me.

“I’m messy!” I mutter at him, pushing away and getting off the bed. Men are such idiots, apparently even good ones. I’ve never been with one before, but even upset, I can admit that Michael is definitely a good man—the kind I wish I could have given Maggie for a father. Shit. I can’t think like that. I can’t wish for the impossible and that’s totally impossible. Michael will leave soon. He probably hasn’t left me yet because he wants to make sure Maggie and I are safe. Still, he won’t stick around. There’s no way he would want me permanently. There’s no way I should want a man permanently. Michael’s just messing with my mind, making me believe in dreams I thought had died when I was a child. He’s making me wish for fairytales; which is nuts. There are no fairytales—for me, there never has been.

“What do you mean you’re messy?” Michael asks, grabbing my arm when I go to walk away. He moves fast for a big man. He’s standing up now too, and I look down to see his body, and I really mean see him.

“Michael, you’re naked,” I squeak.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re naked!” I repeat, louder, and yet somehow, I still manage to squeak the words.

“Hayden, I know! We just had sex. Now why are you getting out of bed,” he huffs, and I look at his face and the frustration is vibrating off of him, which should annoy me. It does, but he just looks so beautiful standing there. His newly trimmed hair and beard. His dark eyes, the lean cut of his large body, the ink covering him in different designs, patterns, and words, not to mention the freaking twelve pack of abs he sports—not really. But my mind blurs when I try to count each delicious indention, all of him is fantastic…even the scars. They mar his perfect skin, and some of them are truly horrific in nature, but they are still beautiful, because they are part of him. Unlike my scars which are much smaller and just contained in one spot, his cover him. I don’t know how he got them, but I instinctively know he got them being a man. A good man. He has a military tattoo, so he was probably wounded overseas. His scars aren’t like mine. His are honorable. His are…special. They make him more…not less.

“I told you. I’m messy. Your…well… I mean…You’re kind of dripping out of me…”

“I’m…dripping…out of you?”

“Your cum,” I tell him, and I’m glad the room is kind of dark, because I don’t want him to see how embarrassed I get at admitting that.

“You’re getting out of bed to wash me away?” he roars, and he really is roaring. I’d almost lay odds that they could hear him a few counties over.

“Well, yeah,” I whisper, still not able to look at him, but that’s because my eyes are glued to one certain part of him. “You’re really big, Michael.”

“Damn it, Hayden. What are you talking about?” he asks, and he sounds confused, but I’m not really paying attention. His dick is hard again and it’s pointing up at me, bouncing and teasing me. It’s almost as if it’s saying, ‘Do you want more of me?’

I do…I really do.

I smile. “You’re like really, really big.” I catch myself almost moving my hands for emphasis.

“Hayden?” he asks again, and his voice has changed. I force myself to look up at him. His eyes are focused on me. I expected to see his irritation and maybe even anger. I don’t. What I see is shock. I don’t answer his earlier question. I ask the only thing on my mind at the moment.

“How did you fit inside of me?”

He snorts…literally snorts with laughter at my question, then he picks me up in his arms, as if I wasn’t pregnant and outgrowing my clothes. He picks me up as if I was light as a feather.

I hold onto him with a startled gasp. “Michael! Your leg! What the heck are you doing?” I ask when he starts walking away from the bed.

“My leg is fine. It was just a graze and it’s the last thing you need to worry about.”

“But—”

“I’m going to take you into the shower and wash my cum from your body. Then I’m going to show you exactly how I fit inside of you.”

“Oh,” I whisper softly, the images sliding through my mind like a movie—a very erotic and explicit movie, causing my entire body to flush hot.

“And then I’m going to fill you so full of cum it’s leaking down your legs, and that’s exactly how you will sleep, Hayden.”

“I will?” I ask him, my body trembling in his arms as we make it into the bathroom.

“You will. You’ll sleep with your body completely full of my cum and your pussy and legs covered in it.”

I swallow, my eyes closing, envisioning exactly what he said.

“Nothing to say to that, Beauty?” he asks, after standing me on my feet and reaching over to turn on the shower. My eyes pop open, sensing his fiery gaze on me. His eyes are appraising me, and I lick my lips, my body feeling like the slightest touch might send me over the edge.

“Umm… just one thing,” I tell him, through a whole body tremble as he takes his cock in his hand and strokes it once.

“What’s that?” he asks, but I’ve stopped watching him. My eyes are glued back to his massive cock, and I watch as a bead of pre-cum appears on the head.

I want to lick it. I want to taste him on my tongue. I almost fall to my knees on instinct, but he’s so damn big I need him inside me again.

“Hurry, Michael,” I answer honestly. “Please, hurry.”