Willa was quiet for a moment.
“Is it weird that I miss her?” she asked.
I laughed, even though it hurt. “Well…given you didn’t know her?—”
She propped herself up enough to look at me. “I know you,” she said. “And she’s in here.” Her hand splayed out over my chest. “So I know her.”
I reached up and pulled her down for a kiss.
I didn’t want to overwhelm her…just wanted her to know how much it meant to me. That she wanted to know Sophiethrough me, that she wasn’t asking me to forget or ignore the woman I’d once loved.
Sophie wasn’t going anywhere.
Willa wasn’t either.
She made a soft sound against my mouth and settled closer, her hand still on my chest. It was strange…the thought struck me, not for the first time, that Sophie would have loved her. Would have teased me. Would have said something sharp and funny about the fact that it took me three years and the strangest possible circumstances to find my way back towantingsomething.
I kissed Willa harder.
She pulled back from the list long enough to look at me, her eyes hooded now, nearly silver in the moonlight.
Then her hand started moving.
Down my chest…across my stomach. To the waistband of my jeans.
“Willa—” I started.
She paused. “You don’t want to?”
“I want,” I said, laughing. “Trust me. I just—” Her fingers found my zipper and my brain shorted out for a second. “Are you sure? Out here?”
She bit her lip. “Forrest…this is on the list. Don’t you remember?”
I snorted. “Hard to forget.”
“So…under the stars.Andin the truck. Two birds with one stone, right?”
“You planned this, didn’t you?” I asked.
“Not planned so much as realized I could take advantage of an opportunity,” she said. “You gonna make me ask twice?”
“No,” I said. “Absolutely not.”
She grinned and I sat up and yanked my shirt off. Willa was pulling her skirt up her hips, taking her panties off—tossingthem in the truck bed. I needed to remind myself to get them so they didn’t end up on the highway somewhere along the way.
I pulled her into my lap, and then I felt her…grinding against my cock, my hands on her hips, her belly between us.
Fucking hell, she was so fucking pretty.
I was so goddamn lucky. And I’d never, ever felt lucky.
“Hi,” she whispered, resting her forehead against mine.
“Hi yourself,” I whispered back.
Then I reached between us…lined myself up.
Thrust inside.
