Something shifts in his expression—resolve mixing with desire. “My bedroom. Now.”
Chapter 16
Henry
I’ve thoughtabout this moment for three months. Imagined what it would be like to touch her, kiss her, make her mine. But nothing prepared me for the reality of Willa in my bed, looking up at me with trust and want in her eyes.
“Tell me what you need,” I say, hovering over her. “Tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable.”
“I just need you.” She pulls me down for a kiss, and I sink into her, letting myself feel everything.
We take it slow. I worship every inch of her— the curve of her hip, the softness of her stomach, the way she gasps when I kiss her neck. She’s responsive and beautiful, and when she says my name like a prayer, I feel like I could conquer the world.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur against her skin. “So damn perfect.”
“Henry, please, I need you.”
I want to give her everything she needs.
I slip inside of her and she arches her back. Her perky nipples ripe for my lips and I suckle. Her nails dig deep into my scalp. The pleasure and pain blending into one.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
“And you’ve packing quite the unexpected treat down there.”
I chuckle. “Thanks. I baked it up with some help.”
She wraps a long leg around my ass and I’m driving deeper, and deeper. “Slow it down. I want to really feel you.”
I do as she needs and fuck, it’s torture. The best kind. Her body surrounds my cock in a pillowy softness and with every thrust, she writhes and moans.
Thankfully my bedroom is on the other side of the house, so being quiet isn’t absolutely necessary. Plus, Ben’s a very hard sleeper, so whatever she wants to do or say, we’ve got complete privacy.
I make love to her like she deserves— tenderly, thoroughly, telling her with my body what I’m not quite ready to say out loud yet. That I love her. That she’s mine. That I’m never letting her go.
“Henry… I’m close. Keep going. Please… so… fuck! Henry!” Her pussy clenches over and over around my dick, pulling me deeper and deeper into her body.
It’s not long before I’m following her. I arch into her one last time.
We’re both gasping and spent, I hold her close, our hearts racing in sync.
“That was—” she starts.
“Yeah,” I agree. “Itreallywas.”
She laughs, and the sound is free and joyful. “I can’t believe we just did that with your son down the hall.”
“He sleeps like the dead. We’re fine.” I kiss her forehead. “Besides, he’d be thrilled. He’s been asking me when you’re moving in.”
She stills. “Henry?—”
“Too fast. I know. I’m sorry.” I pull back to look at her. “But Willa, I’m all in. Whatever pace you need, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
She traces my jaw with her fingers. “I’m all in too. It terrifies me, but I’m in.”
“Good.” I kiss her again, slower this time. “Because I’m falling for you, Doc. Hard and fast and completely.”
“Good,” she echoes. “Because I’m falling for you too.”
