Chapter Seventy-Seven

I succumbed, tugging at his navy polo with the Guardian’s emblem on the chest pocket, letting my hands run along his muscled chest. He pulled it from his head, then did the same to my sweatshirt and tank top, leaving me bare to him. He hummed when our warm skin touched, his hands palming along my shoulders down to my lower back. His touch felt amazing, and I hadn’t realized how much I’d ached for it ever since he’d given me the cold shoulder.

“You still taking your pill?” he breathed into the dark room.

My voice was raspy with need. “Yes.” 

“Good,” he murmured, pulling down my sweatpants and underwear, then lifted me so my back was on the bed. Removing his own shorts and boxers, he crawled on top of me, wedging between my thighs. He let his weight rest on me, his arms caging me to his chest while he kissed me passionately. 

Tonight was different than the other times. He was needy and intimate o