Page 48 of Reaper

I wrap my arm around her, leaning in to kiss her cheek. She tenses briefly but almost instantly relaxes.

“Baby, this was a date. That means I walk you to your door.”

She blushes but lets me lead her away.

I don’t miss the gaping from the peanut gallery hanging around.

“Hey, Reaper,” Daniela calls out.

I ignore her.

I only have eyes for one woman now. The one I didn’t expect, but can’t imagine letting go.

Jacob smiles at Natalie, making me pull her closer.

“Hey Miss Natalie. Hey Pres.”

“Hey Jacob. Did you have a good day?” Natalie asks.

Before he can answer, I glare at him. “Go find Wrath and tell him I’m here.”

Jacob nods, taking off.

Natalie smacks my stomach lightly. “What was that about?”

I take a deep breath. “Sorry. I think he might have a crush on you.”

She slows, leaning against my bedroom door as she looks up at me.

“He doesn’t. In fact, Jacob’s positive you’re going to claim me. I think he’s just being nice to me. You have nothing to be jealous about,” she teases.

I shake my head, laughing. “Baby girl. Have you seen yourself?”

I hold out my hand, making her twirl when she takes it, my eyes roaming her body.

“Fuck, you are a wet dream come true. Trust me, that boy and any other man here would jump on a chance with you. Guess I’m lucky you only came here for me.”

She snorts. “You have your choice of those women out there, and you really want me to believe I’m something special?”

I crowd her into the door until we are sharing the same breath. Dipping my head, I slowly trail my nose up her neck and stop right below her ear.

“None of those women have anything on you. You are beautiful, smart, tenacious, and courageous. Everything I didn’t even know I needed in a woman, so yes, you are something special. I’ll prove it to you every single day until you believe it.”

“Harrison,” she whispers.

“What?”

“If you don’t kiss me, I don’t think I can believe you.”

I laugh, kissing to the right of her lips. When she goes to speak, I kiss the other side.

She lets out a huff, but before she can complain, I press my lips to hers, kissing her lightly. I add pressure until her mouth opens beneath mine. I slip my tongue inside her mouth, kissing her until she’s breathless.

My hands stay firmly planted on the door. If I touch her, I will take her and she’s not ready for that yet.

With that thought in mind, I slow the kiss, pecking her several times before pulling back.

Her eyes are still closed as she smiles, her hand finding her lips.

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