Page 63 of Saving Jared

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"I smell like smoke." Jared took a whiff along his forearm.

"Well," Willa said on a chuckle, while snuggling into him. "You should have let me shower before tackling me onto the bed. I’m kinda yucky."

He dropped his arm around her naked waist and grinned into her hair. So far, groveling had been pretty damned enjoyable—and he had more planned. "Never yucky. And we’ll make it to the shower." Spooning this woman—having every inch of her back pressed into his front—had been his reward. "Eventually."

"We’ll?" She craned her neck around at him.

"Mmm-hmm." He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. "I want my soapy hands running over you as I kneel at your feet." Groveling in that position presented all kinds of possibilities.

Her eyes rounded and she shivered against him, while the nipple pressing into his palm tightened into a hard point. He squeezed her firm flesh and took pleasure in her slight gasp. She did that a lot while in his arms—gasping, moaning, tiny little grunts he’d never tire of hearing.

"That sounds…" She cleared her throat, turned her head, and settled back against him. "Like something I might enjoy. But only if I can use my soapy hands on you too."

"You can put your hands on me anywhere you want. Soapy or not." He’d enjoy the hell out of that. Just like how he enjoyed the simple way her slender fingers brushed over his wrist, then his fingers.

"Does your hand hurt?" Her fingers gently curled around his with her whispered words. "I still can’t believe you hit Cord. You honestly didn’t have to."

"Yes, I did." And he’d do it again. "He’s lucky it was just me. Your brothers might not have stopped at one punch."

"You’re probably right." She let out a low sigh. "Do you think they’re okay?"

He didn’t need to ask what she had on her mind. Finding out their little sister literally had another family ready to become a part of her life had…

Well, maybe stunned them wasn’t quite the right word for it—but it was close—while they’d waited for Willa, along with Willa’s birth parents and uncle. The brothers hadn’t really interacted with the Fremonts or Russ, though Laurel had tried to talk to them. They hadn’t been rude, so much as just not having much to say to them.

Darin, especially, had set himself apart from them. But Willa’s worry over her brothers wasn’t his biggest concern. It was…

"Are you okay?"

"I think so." Her shrugging shoulders brushed against his chest. "I’d like to find a way to have relationship with Laurel and Russ. And the asshat too, of course," she said on a small laugh. "I just don’t want to hurt my brothers in the process. They are my true family. Always have been. Always will be." Another sigh left her. "I need to talk to them tomorrow."

"I can go with you, if you like."

"No." Her body relaxed back into his. He hadn’t even realized how tense she had gotten. Her butt pushed back into him, and he groaned. "Is something wrong?" Willa teased.

"Not a damned thing," he murmured while his hand trailed down to the tight curls shielding her core. "I like your ass." He slid two fingers through her wet folds.

"I… Mmm…" Her body quaked as he played over her clit, and she pushed back against his now rock-hard cock. "I can tell. I…" His fingers dipped lower—filling her. "Ohh…"

"When we get to the shower," he whispered against her shoulder, "I’ll show you how much."

He pulled his fingers from her body with one final brush against her swollen clit—grinning at her slight whimper of need—before he scooted over and turned her to her back.

"What—"

"Shhh…" He reached behind him and grabbed a foil packet from the bedside table, opened it, and rolled the condom down his length as his eyes traced over her flushed cheek, then over the few smudges of soot around the edges of her hair. "But first…"

He settled himself over her, making himself at home in the cradle of her body—his forearms braced on either side of her head resting on the pillow. Her gaze held his as she let out a soft sigh, while his cock slid over her wet flesh.

"I love you," he whispered. Then he sank into her welcoming heat. A longer, low sigh past her lips as he moved against her. Her expressive eyes held his while she lifted a hand to his face and cupped his cheek.

God, how I love her.

Her channel clenched over his hard flesh with each long stroke in and out. This was everything to him.

Shewas everything. Having her body wrapped around his as he took what she gave.

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