Page 110 of Legacy

When I step out, I notice there are two toothbrushes sitting in the cup on the counter. She must have gotten ready up here, and that blooms something warm in my chest.

Reagan doesn’t stir as I slip into bed and curl up behind her. Her warm skin presses flush with mine. She’s wearing her usual tank top and sleep shorts that barely cover anything, while I’m in my boxer briefs and nothing else.

“Jesse?” She sounds half asleep as her hand finds mine, splayed across her stomach.

“It’s me, sweetheart. Just got home.” I kiss the back of her bare shoulder.

She hums, still halfway dreaming as she rubs my arm with her hand. Her hips move back, pressing against me. I should probably feel guilty that she’s met with my rock-hard cock, but that’s what she does to me.

The smell of her.

The sight of her.

The taste of her.

If there’s a god, he plucked Reagan from Eden just to make her mine.

“I missed you.” Her voice is quiet and whispered and beautiful.

I love her honesty so damn much. She’s never held back when it comes to me. From that first time we faced off with each other in the clubhouse to earlier tonight, she has always told me exactly what’s on her mind. She’s so strong that she makes me weak as fuck in thebest way.

“I missed you too.” I kiss her shoulder again, continuing the path until I reach her spine. “I like coming home to you in our bed.”

“Ourbed…” Even if I can’t see her face, I can hear the smile in her tone. “I like that.”

Her fingers grip my wrist as she drags my hand down her stomach, over the curve of her hip, before slowly aiming me between her thighs. Her ass grinds against me. Slow, sleepy movements that are as sexy as they are intimate.

“Touch me, Jesse.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I dip my hand under the band of her pajamas and find the slick heat that welcomes me. I take my time like I could spend all night touching her. I drag a finger through her core slowly, teasing pressure when I reach where she’s desperate.

I roll gentle circles on her clit, appreciating every wiggle. Her breathing gets uneven as her body slowly starts to wake. She writhes against me. A slow build that starts to crest.

Feeling Reagan fall apart is like watching something come together inside me. Everything could be out of order, but she makes sense. Her breaths are unsteady, slowly starting to stutter. Her movements are gentle, then more frantic as her nails dig into the back of my hand.

I give her what she needs, driving my fingers low and deep inside her, imagining how her pussy feels when it’s wrapped around my cock.

Like if heaven were home.

Dragging my nose up the back of her neck, I breathe her in. I fuck her with my fingers and work my thumb until her pants turn to moans. She turns her face to the pillow and buries her cries.

Reagan’s climax shutters her composure. Her body shakes, and she’s practically vibrating in my grip. With my fingers still knuckle-deep inside her, I start kissing every inch of skin I can reach. I feel every final pulse of her climax and memorize it.

“Reagan…” I brush my lips against the shell of her ear.

“Hmm?” She still sounds so sleepy and peaceful.

“I love you.”

Her core clenches at my confession. The sound of her gasp fills the room. Every part of her reacts, and I’m glad I picked this moment to say that.

In the darkness.

In the quiet.

I’m able to read her body’s reaction instead of her face. As beautiful as it is, there’s something aboutfeelingher response that hits differently.

Reagan looks over her shoulder, finally blinking awake fully. “I love you too, Jesse King.”

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