“Today was an effed-up day.”

Lane nods and continues to rub my arms, soothing me. My nerves have been bad all day, mostly because of seeing Jacqueline hurt. I care about her, and it rattled me to the core to see her expression as he was hurting her.

“It’s all over, Baby.” He kisses the top of my head, and I sit up and throw my leg over him, straddling him.

“I think it’s time for me to get my carry and conceal license.”

“That would be a fucking good idea.” He places his hand at the back of my head and pushes it upwards gently until my lips are pressed against his. My heart starts beating harder the moment we kiss. I have never had butterflies before—until him.

I run my hand up his neck and run my fingers through his hair. He pulls away and looks me in the eye, and he drags his thumb over my swollen bottom lip.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Do you know that?”

I smile bashfully. “Thank you, Lane.”

“Don’t thank me, I am one lucky bastard.” He grins slyly and grabs my ass.

I laugh and slide out of his lap, and I grab his hand and lead him to my bedroom. “Why are you bringing me in here?”

He slips his hand from mine and lifts his shirt over his head. I suck in a sharp breath at the sight of his abs and tattoos. He has a tattoo that stretches across the length of his body.

I hurry out of my clothes; my legs are already shaking in anticipation. He rocked my world last night, and I am ready for that again.

Once completely naked, I push him down onto the bed, and he laughs at my show of aggressiveness. He puts his hands behind his head, grinning at me. I kiss his lips first and make my way down to his collarbone.

“This is all mine,” I tell him stubbornly and he chuckles.

“Doll, you had me hooked the second I saw you.”

I hide my face so he doesn’t see my happy smile. He doesn’t know how much he affects me with his sweet words. Looking at him you wouldn’t expect him to be that sweet, but he is—to me and his daughter.

I have seen the badass side of Lane, and I know he isn’t someone to mess with. He has the police in his back pocket, and a nine-to-five kind of man doesn’t have that. I don’t care too much what he does if he treats me like fucking gold like he has been.

“Baby my self-control isn’t that great.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Oh yeah.” I dip my tongue into his belly button and pinch his nipple.

“Fuck,” he hisses and I move farther down, to his dick. I take him in my hand and place the tip in my mouth, sucking hard.

His hips buck, and I tilt my head to take him as deep as I can. I swallow and he wrenches my head away from him. I laugh and he picks me up, making my lie down on my stomach.

I turn my head to the side and watch as he stares down at my body heatedly. He puts his hand between my legs and slides two fingers inside me. I clench down on his fingers and move my hips slightly.

God, I need him so fucking much.

“Fuck me,” he groans and pulls my legs down onto the bed, only slightly apart. I feel his dick against the top of my butt cheeks.

“Arms above your head.” I immediately raise my hands above my head. I feel him press against my opening, and I relax as he slides inside. I clench the comforter. He is so much deeper this way.

Once he is buried inside me all the way to the hilt I clench down on him, making him hiss, and he pulls his hips back and slams back inside me.

I love driving him wild.

“Fucking torture me.” He puts his hands on top of mine so I won’t move.

That’s when he moves. “Fuck!” I scream and curl my toes. He is fucking ruthless with his movements, but I love every second of it. Every thrust drags my clit against the comforter.

His kisses the side of my neck and I shiver.

“Holy fuck.” I gasp when he stops moving and pushes harder until he goes even deeper. I clench down on him, and I strain to contain how amazing this feels.

“Please,” I beg and he relents and slides out and back in slowly, which is even more torture. My arms and legs are shaking.

“I can’t,” I whisper and try to move my legs. He tightens his leg over mine and moves again slowly, achingly slow. “Lane,” I whisper. I bite my lip, my own body straining.

“What do you need, Doll?” He tilts his hips downward.

“I need…” I don’t finish my sentence because he hits my G-spot and I explode. My pussy pulsates against him, and I hear him come a second later.

“Dear god, Lane. You are trying to kill me.” I laugh, my body limp with exhaustion. He kisses my forehead and climbs off the bed; then he carries me into the bathroom. I wrap my legs around his waist, and my head settles on his shoulder. He has one hand on my ass and uses the other to turn on the shower.

“You’ve killed me.”

“You torture me, Baby, and a man can only take so much,” he teases.

“I love that you go wild, you just turn me into a noodle.”

Once the water is hot, he steps inside with me still in his arms. The spray wets my hair and body.

“You good to stand now?”

I nod and he sets me down gently. I run my hands through my hair and try to grab my shampoo bottle.

“No, let me.” I open my eyes and I see Lane holding my shampoo bottle.

“You are going to wash my hair?”

He motions with his finger for me to turn around, and I hesitantly do. I can’t remember the last time someone washed my hair. I have been doing it since I was little girl, when my mom deemed I was old enough.

Lane takes the time to massage my scalp slowly and work the shampoo through my hair. The water is hitting my face, my tears mixing with it.

I have never in my life felt so cared for or wanted. I am doing the unthinkable right now. I am falling deeply in love with him. Something I never thought would happen; I thought I would be single for the rest of my life.

Waiting was worth it because it got me Lane.