“You’re beautiful, Addie. So damn beautiful,” he groans in my ear.

My heartrate has barely slowed. My breathing is still ragged and my body feels so tired I’m not sure I ever want to move again. Sweat seems to be glistening on Black and me. He’s holding me close, as if I’m something precious and I know in my heart it’s a feeling I could get used to. Although, I’m still a little gun-shy wondering if Black is going to pull away again.

“You were worth the wait,” I whisper into his chest, kissing his salty skin and closing my eyes wanting this to last a little longer.

We’re lying on the cot together now. Our bodies exhausted. I can feel his fingers tangle into my hair as he holds me tight.

“This does change things,” he whispers.

I don’t really know how to respond. My head is a mess. So I murmur a, “Mmm…”

“Addie are you on the pill?” he asks and I fight back the urge to yell at him to stop. I want to enjoy this moment with him. I don’t want reality to intrude.

If it does… I’ll remember all the reasons this was probably a bad idea. I’ll worry over the amount of emotions I feel for this man.

I’m not ready to face that.

“I’m protected and clean,” I tell him, trying to be an adult, because it’s too late not to.

“I am too, Addie, I swear.”

I nod against his skin. Not wanting to ask any of the questions that bubble up in my mind. I close my eyes wanting to get lost in his touch again.

“I’ve been an idiot, Princess. But, I need you to know that I never meant to hurt you,” he says and it sounds like those words were hard for him to say. Hearing him does help smooth over some of my fears and the hurt I had inside. Some of it.

“You did,” I tell him with an honesty that is almost painful, but after what we just shared I need him to know that I don’t want to play games.

“But you’re going to give me a second chance,” he says and just like that the sweetness in the moment is broke by him being an arrogant ass.

“And how can you be so sure?” I grumble, pushing him away and sliding off of the cot, needing some distance because I feel way too vulnerable. I concentrate on the anger he’s arousing. That emotion seems safer around Black.

“Because of what we just shared,” he says straightening his body and pulling the pillow under his head. He’s staring at me… leering really. Suddenly, I feel entirely too naked.

“Sex? Lots of people have sex,” I mumble, leaving the cell to find clothes. I start to put on my clothes, but that will take too long and I need to be shielded from him right now. I grab his shirt he threw down earlier, choosing it over the white t-shirt because it’s longer. I button it up, his shirt hits me about mid-thigh and I feel better now that my body is covered.

“What we just had Addie, was not sex.”

“It was and pretty good sex too,” I joke.

“Addie, it wasn’t just sex. I’ve had ‘just sex’ and this was not that.”

“Black—”

“Having sex with someone fucked my life up and nearly cost me you. That’s not going to happen anymore. If you can’t tell the difference between what we shared and just sex then I’ll show you.”

“I—”

“Come here, Addie.”

“Black…” I’m turned on, but I’m scared. He’s made a hundred and eighty degree turn and I’m scared to trust it. His face, his voice, his command, they’re all completely serious. I want to trust it…

If I do will I regret it?

“Addie, I know you’re scared. I know that’s my fault. I know me going hot and cold has you gun shy, but I need you to believe in me here. I need you to believe in us.”

“If you’re playing with me Black, I swear I’ll turn you from a stallion to a gelding,” I warn him.

“Christ, you’re starting to sound like my mother.”

“She would have been more… colorful.”

“Probably. Are you going to come here or what?”

“You really don’t think we’ll be bothered the rest of the night?”

“Tani would have locked up. The phone hasn’t rung once. We’re safe. Now come here. I have the urge to taste my woman.”

“Taste?” I whisper, experiencing a whole body shiver.

“Come climb up on my face and let me taste you, Addie.”

I’m holding onto the cell door, my heart telling me to jump, while my head is telling me to be cautious. I study his face and something inside of me melts. If it’s a mistake, then at least I’ll have the memories, because I know in my heart that this is a man I could love.

I take one step, still holding onto the door and I see him smile.

“That’s my girl,” he says and I like that. I like it a lot.

I want to be his girl.

I throw caution to the wind and walk toward him.

“Addie! Don’t!” I jump when he yells, unexpectedly. “Close the door,” he sighs.

I frown and look at him and then at the cell door that swung closed behind me.

“What?” I ask, but I turn, to open the door, just in case something is wrong.

“It locks when you shut it,” Black moans, flopping back on the bed.

“Well open it, you have a key,” I ask not understanding why he sounds so upset.

“Sure. Just get them out of my pants pocket,” he says.

I look around the room and there’s no clothes there, and that’s when I get this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“They’re over by the desk…” I answer.

“Yeah,” he answers, not sounding happy at all.

“That means…”

“We’re locked in here until someone comes in.”

“Until someone comes in….” I reply… “But, Black! I’m naked!”

“No, Addie. You have my shirt on, I’m naked.”

“Oh crap,” I whimper. I’m so deep into my misery I don’t hear Black get up until he’s behind me. He pulls my back against his chest and wraps his arms around me.

“I guess I’ll just have to wear you,” he says with his swiftly hardening cock pushing against my ass…