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She swats at me, then grinds her pussy up and down my length. We groan in unison. “With that attitude, not anytime soon,” she pants.

There she is.Gratified, I thrust into her, forcing her to slap her hands back on my chest. “Fine with me, sweetheart,” I say, not out of breath but notnotout of breath. “Fuck, you’re hot.”

She laughs, and it makes her clench against my cock. I groan, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. “Seriously, Willa. You’re going to kill me.”

“Death by sex,” she muses, circling her hips like a wanton goddess. “Has a nice ring to it.”

“That’s it,” I growl. I can’t take any more. I pull my arms down and grab her waist. “Hang on, sweetheart.”

“Reid!” she scolds. “I didn’t say you could—ah,fuck.”

And she leans down onto me, wrapping her arms around whothe hell knows what as I pump into her from below. “Ohmygod, Reid,” she moans. “Yes, yes, please don’t stop.”

“Not on your life,” I grit, my hands digging into her flesh as I pound relentlessly into her. I’ve definitely pulled a back muscle, and I definitely don’t give a shit. Her walls clench around my cock. “There you go. Come for me. Come for me like the good?—”

“Fuck!” she screams, her hands finally finding purchase on my shoulders as her nails dig half-moons into me.

“Fuck yes,” I growl, relishing the sting of her grip. “Harder, baby. Harder.”

She obeys, sobbing through her orgasm.

Blinding white light shoots across my vision as I come, my entire body clenching as absolute bliss takes over. I mutter something incomprehensible, then let myself go limp.

Willa lets herself do the same, and I relish the feel of her weight on me. She’s breathing hard into the crook of my neck, and I reach to pull her hair to one side, getting it off her neck so she can cool down.

“You okay?” I ask.

She chuckles, her whole body moving with the effort. “Reid, I am more than okay.” Then she leans up, tucking her chin into the palm of her hand and gazing down at me. “Areyouokay?”

I fake a grimace. “I don’t know. After the bite you gave me...”

“I didn’t bite you—youbitme!” She laughs again, and when she raises her arm to swat playfully at me, I grab it, turning it so I can kiss her palm. Her gaze softens as I do it.

Then, because I can’t help myself, I press, “Why didn’t you look at the house when you walked by?”

A frown ghosts her brows before she answers. “Because.”

“Because why?”

She sighs. “Because when I woke up this morning, you were gone, and I…I didn’t know what to do. I felt,” she blows out a breath, “small.” The word is so quiet I barely hear it.

But I do. And it breaks my heart.

I roll us over, taking care of the condom before settling myself back between her legs. “Willa Dean Dash,” I say softly, “I am not going anywhere.”

“That’s not true.” She whispers it, but she might as well have screamed it into a bullhorn. “You’re leaving in two months. Whatever this is…” She trails off.

I close my eyes. I don’t know if she’s right or not. It’s too soon to tell. Never mind the Bunnies being after me. When I open my eyes, she’s still staring at me, guileless as always. “I’m not going anywhere for now.”

Her throat bobs. “Okay.”

And because I’m a selfish asshole, I take her mouth in mine again. A while later, when I slide into her once more, I try not to think about how she feels like home.

Chapter 19

Willa

“YOU GOT LAID.” Goldie’s eyes are as bright as the morning sun as she takes me in. She grabs my hands and leads me to the counter, knowing full well I should be heading to the kitchen to help Dad prep. “By Reid. And I don’t think it’s the first time, either. Tell me everything!”

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