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If there’s one thing in the world I believe, it’s that, so I let out a shaky breath, doing my best to let my body go slack. He’s a lot bigger than his fingers, and even though he’s gotten me wet and ready, it’s a lot to take. I can feel the intense stretch as he works his way inside, but something about knowing that Reese is claiming me like this fills me with a kind of bone-deep arousal that overrides any discomfort.

I press back against him, taking him deeper as he works his way inside with shallow thrusts, and he leans over me, dropping a kiss to my shoulder blade.

“You’re doing so well, Firefly,” he praises. “You fit me like a fucking glove. This ass was made for me just like your pussy was, isn’t that right?”

I whimper in assent, and he loops an arm around my waist, hauling me upright so that my back is to his chest. My fingers are still pressed to my pussy, and he rests his free hand over mine, guiding me as we work my clit together. I feel strung out on pleasure and all the heightened emotions of the evening, and I’m not sure I can come again… but then I feel his hips come flush with my ass, and I realize he’s all the way inside me.

The shock of that knowledge sends a bolt of arousal through me, and my fingers start to move faster.

“There you go.” His voice rumbles against my back. “So fucking good.”

He draws out slowly and pushes back in, and I can feel his entire body shudder behind mine. His fingers drop lower, slipping inside my pussy as I keep working my clit, and I whimper, wrapping my arm around his neck as I rest my shoulder against his.

Neither of us lasts long. I must be squeezing him so tight that he can barely move, because Reese’s thrusts are jerky and shallow as he fucks my ass. His fingers press deeper inside me too, and when I feel his cock pulse and swell, it’s more than I can take.

I rush toward the peak and then go hurtling over it, letting out a guttural groan.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Reese chants, gripping my hip to hold me steady as he bottoms out inside me one last time. He cranes his neck a little to press his lips to mine, kissing me deeply as pleasure courses through us both.

Pumps of his cum fill my ass, and when he finally draws out, I know I must look like a complete mess, sweaty and disheveled and dripping from both holes. But as he turns me around to face him and kisses me again, he doesn’t look at me like I’m a mess at all.

He looks at me like I’m beautiful.

“Come on,” he whispers.

He leads me to the shower, cleaning every inch of me with careful, loving hands before he brings me back to the bed. And when I collapse onto the mattress, my legs staunchly refusing to support me anymore, he lies down beside me and tugs me into his arms.

There’s something greedy and possessive about his touch, as if he’s still afraid that if he lets go, he could lose me at any moment. As if he’s afraid I’ll evaporate into a cloud of smoke.

But I won’t.

Because I know now, more than ever, that this thing between us is real.

And I’m done running from it.

Chapter49

Reese

I can feel Callie’s heart beating steadily against my chest, its familiar rhythm comforting and a miracle all at once. We’re both still wet from the shower, and my own heartbeat is finally starting to slow its breakneck pace. She snuggles her face against my neck and pecks my skin so lightly that I almost could’ve imagined it.

But I didn’t. I sure as fuck didn’t.

“I love you,” I murmur. Telling her once, twice, three times—it’s not enough. I want to say it a hundred times tonight to cement it in her mind and heart. I don’t want her to ever,everdoubt it.

She goes still, her lips still brushing my neck softly. Then she lifts her head. There’s something in her gorgeous green eyes that makes my pulse, which had finally started to slow after the exertion, pick back up again. She studies my face, trailing her fingertips over my cheekbones and jaw, then tracing the line of my nose and my lips.

I don’t move, letting her look her fill as I gaze back at her. I could never get tired of this. I’m fucking obsessed with this woman.

Her lips turn up at the corners, a smile unlike any I’ve ever seen before crossing her face.

“I love you, too,” she whispers.

The words are soft, but they hit me in the chest with the force of a speeding train. I swear my heart skips a beat as if I’ve just been hit with a defibrillator, and then it kicks hard against my ribs.

“Really?” I ask, almost afraid that I misheard her. There’s no fucking way I could be this lucky.

“Yes.” She laughs, and this—fucking hell,this—is my absolute new favorite laugh. “I love you.”