Chapter Six
Tad didn’t ask questions, he simply put her to bed. When he crawled in next to her he didn’t expect s*x, but she moved close to him. “Make love to me,” she murmured quietly.
His arms were warm, dangerously comforting, exuding the tenderness she’d felt before — that tenderness that made his often ruthless style bearable. Every part of her ached, her limbs were sore and her skin felt as if the nerve endings had been rubbed raw, as though they’d been brushed with a hard bristle brush. They didn’t speak, wordlessly moving together in a unison that could only been born of some real affection. He slipped inside her quivering thighs, moving briskly towards an end. Then he held her as she moved on his receding c**k until her climax appeared calmly and then quickly drifted away.
She
