Page 120 of Timid (Lark Cove 2)

I was her dream and she was mine.

“I love you, Willa.” The words came easy. “Only you.”

She lifted up to kiss me and I kissed her right back, wrapping myself tightly around her body. “Move,” she pleaded against my lips.

I eased out, slowly, because I liked the way she trembled in my arms. Then I slid back in, slowly and deliberately, as her shuddered breaths feathered against my cheek.

I’d always scoffed when peopl

e said they’d made love. Wasn’t that just a fancy way to say sex? I’d always thought it was a term that women liked to use because it sounded more intimate than fucking.

Damn, I was a fool.

As I moved inside of her, in and out with our eyes locked and our bodies entwined, I finally got a clue. I was making love to Willa.

If she wanted to get married, I’d put on a suit and stand at an altar and say I do. If she wanted babies, I’d make them with her.

Only her.

“Love you,” I whispered again as I thrust in and out. She said it right back, holding me tight with her legs around my hips.

“Jackson,” she moaned, her limbs shaking.

“Give it to me, babe. Give me everything.” I reached between us, finding her clit. I pressed against it, circling twice, and that was all it took for her to detonate around me. She clenched me so tight with her pulsing inner walls that I lost all control.

I worked my hips faster, harder, taking away my hand and grinding into her clit with the base of my cock. The pressure built in my spine and my balls tightened. I wanted to hold back and give her another orgasm, but I couldn’t keep my release at bay. With my neck arched back to the ceiling, I roared and came in hot spurts inside of her.

The room was spinning as I came back down and I collapsed on top of her. I grinned at myself as I breathed in her hair. Sex with Willa was awesome, the best I’d ever had. But making love to her just blew my fucking mind.

“Oh my goodness,” she panted. “That was . . .”

I nodded into her hair. “Yeah. Holy fuck.”

She giggled and I forced my muscles back to life, rolling us over so she was lying on my chest. Her legs were still straddling my thighs, my softening cock still inside her.

She made a move to get up, but I held her tight. “Not yet.”

“Okay.” She didn’t fight me. She just collapsed and gave me all her weight until we both regained our breath.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“For what?”

“For being a fighter.”

“I’m not.” She kissed my chest. “But I’ll always fight for you.”

“Why me?” I asked.

“Because you’re you.”

I lifted up to see her face. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.” She nodded with a smile. “What if I asked you the same? Why me?”

I grinned. “Because you’re you.”

“Exactly.” She rolled off, slowly disconnecting us. Then she tugged my hand, pulling me up from the bed. “We’d better get back for Thanksgiving. I don’t trust Ryder not to eat all the pre-dinner snacks and I’m hungry.”