Jake lay still, listening to the rhythm of Lyra’s breathing against his chest. Her fingers traced lazy patterns across his skin, and he could still feel the aftershocks of what they’d shared vibrating in his bones. He’s thought about this moment a lot over the last week, but nothing had prepared him for what it would feel like to truly have her.
It wasn’t just the s*x. It was the trust. The closeness. The way she’d looked at him while he was inside her.
He brushed his hand down her bare back and kissed the top of her head. “Hey,” he murmured.
“Mm?”
“I’m going to get something to help clean you up.”
She stiffened slightly. Just a fraction, but he felt it.
Jake tilted her chin up until she met his eyes. “There’s nothing weird about it,” he said softly. “You trusted me. Let me take car
