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He didn’t hesitate, removing his clothes quickly and returning to cover his body with mine. He didn’t rush when he pulled my legs apart, dropping his head to lick my clit. Arousal gripped me and I pulled him closer, wanting him inside of me before I was even ready for it. But this time, Will wouldn’t be pressured. He pulled himself back and returned his attention to my core, nibbling and sucking in a slow, rhythmic motion. My body convulsed, and I gripped the sheets behind my head.

I’d never begged for anything in my whole life, but the words spilled out of my mouth before I could stop them. “Please, Will. I need you.”

I didn’t recognize the neediness in my voice, but I embraced it. I needed him. And I wouldn’t be ashamed to say it.

Finally, when my leg trembled and my chest heaved, he lay on top of me and guided his throbbing erection inside of me. I arched my back after only receiving a couple of inches of him. But the fullness shocked me every time. “Shh,” he whispered, caressing my hair. “Relax for me.”

Mindfully, I released the sheets and let my hands fall wherever they lay and trusted Will to take care of me. With a hand between us, he circled my clit and rubbed it so exquisitely that I sighed when the pleasure relaxed the muscles in my legs. “That’s it, baby,” he said, as he pushed further inside of me.

Will moved slowly at first, taking care not to hurt me, but I was having none of that. I hooked my ankles at his back and thrust my hips to meet his tempo. He growled, lifted himself onto his forearms, and stared into my eyes. Something feral passed over them and my body trembled. “Do it,” I said. “Don’t hold back.”

After that command, he slammed inside me without any warning or hesitation, and I cried out in pleasure. “Yes.”

He gripped my hips, holding me in place as he hammered me against the mattress. His stomach tightened and his muscles rippled as he moved frantically in and out of me. His thumbprints would be seared into my flesh, I knew, but didn’t care. I would happily wear the bruises tomorrow. Right now, all I could think about was reaching for that orgasm. Racing toward it as I drew closer and closer. When my legs began to tremble and my breath caught in my throat, I let go of any other fears I held close to my heart. I let go of the doubts, and the past, of the chaos, and the uncertainty and grabbed onto the firm muscles of the forearms that held me in place. They were my anchor, and I would use them to lift me from my past.

When I finally let go of everything, my body fell to pieces and my heart grew wings. It fluttered against my chest until Will shouted his pleasure and fell on top of me.

I held him against my chest, wrapping my legs and arms around him. I wanted to hold him there forever. Or at least until I knew he would never let go.

His breath was ragged at my ear, but I heard him when he asked, “Will you stay with me tonight?”

I closed my eyes and waited for the lump to pass through my throat. My head nodded before I could even get the words out, but finally, a hoarse, “Yes,” came through and he squeezed me closer to him.

“I want you by my side every night from this moment on.”

He was getting greedy, but I smiled. I was greedy, too.

“Every night, and every morning.”

23

Will

The sun streamed through the window and cast a golden hue onto her shoulder. Her skin glowed under the light, lending her the appearance of some mythical creature. And perhaps she was. The way she gripped my heart and changed my world, nothing short of magic could explain it.

She had stayed.

The whole night.

Something so small felt like a milestone.

Running my finger along her shoulder, goosebumps rose on her skin. I rubbed them down, but that only stirred her awake. Turning over, she smiled. “Good morning.”

Grinning, I traced her lips with my finger. They were still swollen from last night. “How did you sleep?”

She stretched her body and arched her back. “Like a baby.”

My gaze dropped to her flat belly and for the first time, I wondered what it would be like to see it swell with our child inside of her. The thought wormed its way into my mind instead of running away.

I pulled her body on top of mine, wanting to feel every inch of her on me. “Last night was perfect.”

She circled my nipple with her finger, and it puckered for her. It awakened my cock, too. I groaned. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Who says we can’t?”

“Don’t you have work today?”

She nestled her cheek against my chest but kept circling my nipple. “I don’t remember the last time I called in sick.”

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