Page 65 of Legacy

“I did.”

“You’re ridiculous.” She laughs out a breath. “And possessive.”

“Not usually.”

Her cheeks heat. “That was intense.”

I angle her chin up. “You seemed to enjoy it.”

Reagan wets her lips, lust and thoughts brewing in her gaze. “What are you going to do about Lincoln?”

“You don’t need to worry about that.” I brush her wet hair off her cheek, and I’m thankful when she doesn’t push me on the subject because she won’t like the truth.

Her mascara is smudged under her eyes, and her lip gloss smears off the corner of her lip. I drag my thumb over it, smearing it more.

“No one gets to ruin you but me, sweetheart. Not anymore.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Both.” Leaning in, I brush my lips over her pouty mouth.

I claim her in a kiss that says everything I can’t. That I need her more than I’ve ever needed anyone. That I’ll never be the kind of man she deserves. That she consumes me.

Her hands frantically search my sides, working to peel off my wet T-shirt. It sticks to my chest as she pulls it off, tossing it to a corner of the shower. Her fingers work my belt, and her tits sway with her every movement.

Her curves are fucking irresistible. My calloused hands skate over her soft skin until I’m digging my fingers into her luscious hips.

I can’t remember the last time I was with a woman more than once, but Reagan’s in my blood. One time, and I can’t get enough of her.

She pulls out my cock, and when her hand wraps my shaft, she untethers me.

I pick her up and slam her back against the tiled wall while her legs lock at my waist. She’s wet, slippery,perfect.

My cock notches at her pussy, and with a needy thrust, I impale her.

That look…

That flash of excitement in her eyes.

I never knew I needed another person until I see Reagan’s brown gaze darken as I bottom out inside her. She tips her head back but doesn’t break our stare. Looking into my soul and opening her own.

I glance down to where our bodies connect. My jeans hang soaked at my hips. The spray of the shower pebbles water on her skin. She’s all curves and innocence, except when I fuck her. Then, she takes me how I want her—filthy and mine.

“Jesse.” She wiggles against my hips, and I realize I’m frozen with my cock inside her.

Her pussy is so desperate she’s swallowing me as deep as she can. And I’m hypnotized by her body taking me as I start to move.

I grip her ass so hard she’ll have marks tomorrow, and I don’t hate that. Maybe I’ll have her stand with them on display while I come all over her. She makes me want to do the most fucked up things.

“You don’t deserve what I’m going to do to you, sweetheart.” I pound my hips forward and steal her exhale with a kiss. “But you’re going to take it, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” She pulls me to her, holding us chest to chest against the wall as I fuck her. “Please, Jesse.”

I kiss the path down her jaw, her neck. “Do you have any idea the thoughts I have when it comes to you? The sweeter you are, the more you make me want to mess you up.”

She moans as I sink my teeth into her soft neck. “I want that. I want you.”

“You shouldn’t.” For so many reasons.

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