But that's no excuse."
I cupped his face and stared into his eyes, seeing the tumultuous emotions he was so used to hiding. "Don't ever apologize for being yourself with me. It's what I want. I want to be your safe place, James."
"You are. You don't know how much, but I'll find a way to tell you." He rested his forehead against mine. "Let's go home. I bought some things for you."
"Oh? I love gifts." Especially when they came from my self-professed unromantic boyfriend.
"Hell if I can't." Cupping my sex in his hand, he rubbed the slickness all over me, coating the outer lips and massaging it into the folds.
Euphoria spread through me like the warmth of fine liquor, a sense of contentment that came solely from the knowledge that James found gratification in me and my body.
"I'm an animal with you," he murmured. "I want to mark you. I want to possess you so completely there's no separation between us."
