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“I was thinking about how we’re going to have a good life,” she replied as casually as she could. It was hard to remain this happy while utterly terrified at the same time. “I never thought someone like you would happen to someone like me. I never thought that a handsome man, who is a doctorandknows Browning sonnetsbut yetunfortunately prefers Keats to Shelly—”

“My taste is impeccable.”

She swatted his chest. “—Could walk through the door of Haven House—”

“And sweep you directly off your feet with nothing but my charm and a stethoscope.” He shrugged, the smile she loved returning. “Admittedly, I am a talented man.”

“With a tremendous ego.”

“A warranted ego.” His dark head dipped for him to whisper in her ear. “Just look at how you’re pressed against my body. Naked and waitingpatiently for me to ravage you. The great Wilhelmina Fairweather. Brilliant and beautiful, and all mine.”

Noah’s large hand skated up her body to massage a breast, and she arched her back for more. “Your clothes.”

He led them over to a full-length clawed foot mirror in the corner. The piece looked as if it belonged in a grand manor and not a makeshift hospital in the middle of the forest. Then again, most of the adornments, from the desk to the cabinets and even the bed in the corner, likely came from the Andersons’ home. Cal had said Noah’s aunt and uncle were doing everything they could to tempt him to stay on past the winter.

Her cheeks heated as they stood in front of the mirror, her body on full display. Understanding, Noah turned to face the mirror, blocking her view to where she could see nothing but him and her eyes peeking over his shoulder.

“Undress me.”

Tentatively, she reached around to unbutton his pants, and Noah chuckled. “Going straight for the best part, eh?”

Willa shrunk behind his shoulder, hiding her embarrassment. “Curiosity and all that.”

“Well, go on then.” He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and shucked it off. “Continue being curious.”

She would, if not so shocked. In the mirror, Noah’s broad chest nearly filled the entire thing, reflecting back at her in all its glory. Muscled and toned, with the barest hint of dark hair scattered across it, he waited as she gawked.

“Willa?”

“A moment if you please.” Unable to stop herself, she kept her gaze locked on the image of him. Pressing her lips to the bare flesh of his shoulder, she had an overwhelming urge to taste his skin. “You are beautiful, Noah.”

Patient while she touched him, he permitted her to run her hands over every sculpted muscle on his chest and abdomen. The light dusting of hair tickled her palms, and she followed it to the spot just below his navel.

“Willa, I can’t wait much longer,” he breathed, and she sank her teeth into his shoulder, causing Noah to growl low in his throat. “You’ve gone and done it now.”

Reaching behind him, he sought the growing wetness between her thighs. Without hesitating, she spread her stance, giving him access. The pads of his fingers connected with the throbbing ache begging for him, her hips rolling in time with the circular motions of his touch.

“Stroke me, Willa.”

He worked his pants lower, already undone from her previous work. As his shaft broke free, her mouth fell open involuntarily.

“How… how…” She released a little moan when his finger edged inside her. “Will you show me how I should do this?”

Using his free hand, he guided her to touch him lower. “Hold me.”

One at a time, she wrapped her fingers delicately around his cock. It was so very hard. Smooth in some sections, with a large head and lengthy shaft.

Covering her hand with his, he guided her, conveying exactly how to pump his cock as they watched in the mirror.

“When I’m inside you, the tight channel of your body will hold me,” he said, the explanation dripping with raw desire. “I’ll move my hips, similar to how Paul did with Katie. The sliding motion creates friction.”

Willa loved him a little more for knowing she needed to hear the exact details. “Why friction?”

“Because it feels good.” His eyes shuttered, his hips thrusting with each stroke of their hands. “The slickness of your arousal will allow me to build speed until the heavy slam of my body into yours builds.”

Breathless from both his ministrations between her legs and the way he was reacting to her touch, Willa shook her head to clear it. “Builds into what?”

“Screaming.”