Page 99 of Catch and Release
“So what do you need?” Shawn asked. “What can I say or do to make you feel better?”
Willa pressed her lips together in a firm line. “I still don’t think I’m ready to tell Ida. I’m just worried about the pressure she might put on us. I want to keep it just to us for now. While we figure things out.”
Shawn was a little disappointed—only because he wanted to scream from the rooftops that she was his. But he understood, so he nodded.
“I want…” she continued, but trailed off. “Can I call you my boyfriend?”
He beamed at her. “I would love nothing more.”
She fidgeted nervously. “Has there been anyone else? Since we’ve been… you know. I won’t be mad. I told you to date. I just want to know, you know? Just so I can?—”
He cut her off with a kiss.
“There hasn’t been anyone else since you walked into my bait shop looking like a goddamn queen.” She blushed, and he kissed her cheek. “What else, baby?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his chest. “I guess nothing else, for now. I just might be a little paranoid for a while. I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for,” he said, planting a peck on her head. “Now if I ever meet that fucker, Landon, on the other hand…”
“Leo?” Willa laughed. “I’d love to see that interaction.”
“Let’s hope for everyone’s sake that it never happens.”
She sighed happily.
“One more thing,” he said, fishing his phone out of his pocket and handing it to her. “My code is 7-9-4-5. Grams’ birthday.”
She looked at the phone in her hands, then back up at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. “What…?”
“You can look at my phone whenever you want,” he said. He’d been thinking about this for a while—giving her this kind of access to him would undoubtedly show her that she was the only girl he would be talking to aside from Grams. And maybe Hanna. “I won’t change the code. That’s been my code for years.”
“Shawn,” Willa’s voice broke, and a tear slid down her cheek.
“I want you to trust me. But I want you to trust yourself. And having access to my phone whenever you want… I think it’ll help.”
She bit her lip as he wiped away her tears.
“Thank you,” she whispered, burying her face in his chest.
“Does this mean I can finally take you on a date?” Shawn asked.
She grinned at him and nodded, then weaved her fingers into his hair and tugged him closer until she devoured him with a kiss. Her lips pressed firmly against his as she tugged his bottom lip into her mouth, then worked to open his mouth more. He succumbed to her, his tongue lapping against hers. It was slow and loving, unlike their other rough kisses. There was an intimacy to it.
Willa tugged her legs over him until she was straddling him, her core grinding up against his growing length.
“Let’s go inside,” he whispered against her lips. “The first time you come around my dick as my girlfriend is going to be in your bed where I can see every inch of your perfect body.”
She shuddered, then nodded, standing up slowly as she grabbed his hand and led him to the house. The moment they got into the kitchen, he tossed her over his shoulder as she let out a little shriek. He rested his hand on her rear and carried her to her bedroom as quickly as his feet could carry him. He tossed her on the bed, and she peered up at him through half-lidded eyes.
“Strip,” he commanded.
Shawn watched Willa as she methodically tugged off a crop top and those little shorts she liked to sleep in. She wore nothing underneath, and it took everything in him not to immediately pepper her body with kisses.
He walked over to her bedside table and opened up the drawer, finding exactly what he suspected. Grinning to himself, he picked up a bright pink vibrator. As he walked over to her, she squirmed, a pretty flush covering her cheeks. Grabbing her ankles, he tugged her to the edge of the bed and palmed her pussy.
“Drenched, as usual,” he said.
Turning on the vibrator, he pressed it against her core. She trembled as he dragged it up her belly and over her tits. He watched her nipples bud as he circled them with the tip of the vibrator.