Chapter 49

• I woke up at dawn to Wren wrapped around me, her leg over my leg, her arm across my chest, and her head buried in the crook of my neck. Fuck, she was spectacular. I’d fucked her for hours, not relenting until she gave me all of herself. Once I was sure she had nothing but exhaustion left in her, I’d come with a roar, filling her, marking her, owning her like I’d never done before. She’d mumbled something about birth control and being clean, and I cursed when I realized I’d let another one of my hard rules slide.
• Fucking a woman bare was never an option. I had no interest in finding out a woman got pregnant by me only to get a fucking hand-out. But Wren…
• Fuck. I was in deep, and I’d barely known her a week. Scrubbing a hand through my hair, I stared at the ceiling and wondered what it was about her that made me let go of my rules, the things I’d fucking lived by for over thirty years. But as I stared down at her peaceful face, I knew. I was fucking hooked on her.