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“But you still fought for the land. You could have told me and put a stop to it, and you didn’t,” I whisper.

He turns to face me, then cups my chin in his palm, and for the first time in days, I feel warmth spread through my body. “I don’t care about the land, Gia. It’s Bryce’s, put it in a trust, expand the community center, give it Jaxon’s name, and create a legacy. I don’t give a fuck. All I care about is you and my boys.”

A tear slips down my face, and he leans forward, pressing our heads together, much like when we were in the kitchen months ago. “I love you, Gia.”

I hiccup on his words.

“I love you so damn much, baby. Please tell me I can make this right.”

“I want to,” I admit softly, and when his lips touch mine, I lose all coherent thoughts as he slowly pushes me onto my back and climbs over me.

Chest heaving, he stares into my eyes, his body is resting on his forearms, and I long to feel his weight against me.

His breath whispers over my face. “I’ve been so lost without you.”

I cup his cheek in my hand. “Show me.”

CHAPTERFORTY-SIX

REED

“Show me.”Her tender tone sends a ripple down my spine, and I close my eyes at the thought of never being given the opportunity to touch her like this again. How I want to.

When I open my eyes, it’s with a renewed sense of determination, one to make her realize how much she means to me.

This moment isn’t about getting my rocks off, or treating her roughly, it’s about me showing her how much I love her. How much I want her, and more importantly, how good we are together in the hope she will never leave me again.

I slowly unbuckle my belt buckle, my eyes never leaving hers. “Are you okay with this?” My gaze roams over her, and she nods.

“I stopped bleeding. I’m okay.”

“We don’t have to.”But fuck, do I want to.

“I want to.”

My body sags in relief because thank fuck for that.

I slide my zipper down. My balls are heavy with need, and I already know I won’t last long. “I’ll go slow.”

She bites into her bottom lip and nods. Then my hand trails up her skirt, and the moment I touch her smooth skin, arousal thrashes through me. She’s a drug and I’m the addict, desperate for a hit of her, completely enabled, and I withdraw the moment I’m without her, causing me to buckle under the pressure.

Her panties are soaked, and I finger the lacy fabric between my fingertips, loving the feel of her wetness and need for me. My balls draw up, and I bite into the side of my mouth.

“I’m not going to last long,” I admit. “I’m sorry.”

“Me neither. I’ve been craving you.”

Her words make my chest fill with pride and satisfaction. She’s been craving me.

I bury my head in her neck and breathe in her scent, filling my soul with her presence. If I have to spend the rest of my life making it up to her and my boys, I will. I’ll prove to them I’m the man they deserve.

My fingers tremble as I push her panties to the side. Her hips buck when I graze over her swollen clit, and I revel in the reaction as sparks of arousal flare inside me.

As I pull my cock from my boxers, pre-cum coats my hand, dripping between us, and I use the head of my cock to rub up and down her slit.

The small gasps and moans of encouragement spur me on, and she bucks beneath me.

“Please,” she pleads so epically. “Please, Reed.”

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