It’s a beginning.
I’m not finished with Baby Girl yet. Not by a long shot.
Something fierce and possessive locks into place in my chest, heavy and unmovable.
I don’t want just tonight.
I don’t want just her body.
I want all of her.
Her mornings.
Her laughter.
Her fear, when she’s ready to hand it over.
Am I sure? About ninety-five percent.
I won’t know the other five until I hear her truth.
But I know I’m not done.
I won’t be done.
Not until I’ve claimed every piece she’s willing to give—and proven, over and over again, that she’s safe doing it with me.
CHAPTER 24
WILLOW
“You good?” he asks, and I grin at him down there on his knees.
Yeah, I’m good.
“Slide back,” he says, and slaps a hand against my bare ass cheek.
And I guess that’s what they mean by love tap.
I move back, making room for him, aware of how my belly bunches when I move but feeling too damn loose to care much about it.
Besides, why should I feel bad about myself when he’s looking at me like I’m his favorite snack?
I reach between us as he crawls up the bed and grip his cock with both hands.
Holy. Fuck.
He’s hot. Warm, I mean, not just gorgeous. But he’s that, too.
It’s so thick. So hard.
I reach lower, cupping his balls.
And I whimper.
They’re heavy.
The weight of them feels good in my hands, and Thatcher’s expression?
