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It’s that exact moment I plunge my middle finger into her tight virgin cunt, filling her clenching pussy and pushing a cry from her throat. A flush of pink drowns her pale skin as she trembles before she collapses against me.

Only after her inner muscles relax do I pull away.

No matter how hard my cock strains against my zipper, I’m not pushing her any further today.

When she turns to me, tears shine in her eyes.

Oh fuck. Did I go too far?

“Why was I so scared?” she whimpers. “It doesn’t hurt when you touch me.” Her palm moves up my arm to cup my face. “Thank you.” Her soft lips press mine and she tangles her fingers in my wet hair.

“You have been told your whole life that anything that felt right was wrong.” I tuck a blonde lock behind her ear. “I don’t take the trust you’ve put into me lightly and will always be honest.” I let my hand trail down her bare belly to settle on her hip before I meet her gaze. “I’m bigger than my fingers, Ros. That might make it uncomfortable for you the first time. Whenever you’re ready, you set the pace.”

“Okay.” Worry tightens the corners of her eyes. “How will I know when—”

“It’ll be easy, baby.” I roll back, pointing down between us. “Look how far you came today. I finally get to see your beautiful body stretched out against mine.” I give her my best smile.

Her forehead furrows with a frown. “I’m hideous.”

“Ros.” I pull her fingers to my scarred cheek. “You see me differently than anyone else. It’s the same when I look at you. I see the woman I love embracing herself in a way she’s never been able to before. I wish you could get a glimpse of yourself through my eyes. You’d know just how fucking incredible you really are.” The lump in my throat makes me struggle to finish.

With a sob, she clings to my chest, wetting my skin with her tears. But then it shifts to a giggle while she reaches down to thread her thumb through the belt loop on my jeans. “You’re proud that I’m almost naked and yet you still sleep in your Wranglers?”

I chuckle and drop one last kiss to her forehead before sliding out of bed. “Let’s just say, they’re there for your protection.”

Chapter 43 - Rosalyn

Cade was right, Evelyn Conner is amazing. My second visit is even better than my first.

Leaving her office, I go to where Cade sits in the waiting room, his legs kicked out and crossed in front of him and his hat tipped down over his eyes like one of those cowboys in the old posters.

Except when he raises his head and his broad smile shines as he sees me, he looks more like a movie star.

My movie star.

He folds his boots under him and stands, holding out his hand for me to thread my fingers into his.

“How do you feel about pizza and then a horseback ride up the canyon?” He tugs me close enough to kiss the top of my head before he holds the swinging glass door of the building open for me.

“That sounds lovely. Petunia is probably bored silly.” The truck seat is hot through my pants where the sun hit it.

Holy cow, it’s only February. What will it be like in July?

“Yea, they could use a good stretch of the legs. Me too.” His lips thin as he starts the engine, then rests his palm on my thigh.

I like that he does that every time now.

“Cade?” I trace the scars over his knuckles. “Why don’t you ask me about what I talk about with Evelyn?” I didn’t realize it until today but he didn’t last time either.

“It’s your business, Ros. You should feel free to talk to her about anything you want. She’s required to keep it all confidential, so whatever you tell her stays between you.” He shrugs. “Even if it’s about me. You deserve all the safe spaces you need.”

My nails follow the thick veins on the back of hand that run up his forearm. “Well, it was about you today.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” he grunts.

“I want to.” I catch him glancing at me with a frown. “She doesn’t pull any punches.”

He snorts. “No, she certainly doesn’t. That’s what makes her good at her job though.”