“Until you realize that you’re too good for me,” he says quietly after a long moment.

My throat instantly gets tight. “Please, let me go,” I whisper, and he hesitates a second, but soon he lets my wrist go. Once I’m free, I curl my hands around the back of his neck and pull his mouth down to mine and lift my head up off the bed. I kiss him hoping that he can feel what he’s come to mean to me in such a short time, hoping that he knows that he’s got just as much of me as I do of him. Because even if I’m still terrified of losing myself in him, I’m more afraid of losing him, of losing this.

As we kiss, he slides in and out of me his pace never faltering, each thrust sending me closer to the edge of euphoria. As my skin starts to tingle like lightning is dancing across it, and my core pulses around his length, I listen to the sound of his breathing pick up as his heart beats just as hard as mine against my chest. Clinging to him with every part of me, I fall over the edge, while the walls of my sex pulse around his length.

I hear him groan as he drops his forehead to mine then he thrusts deep one last time, stilling there as he comes inside me.

I don’t know how long we stay like that but when he rolls, taking me with him, I know I’m already half asleep. “You gonna pass out on me, Mouse?”

“Yes.” I don’t even attempt to lie.

He laughs, the sound vibrating against my ear making me smile.

“As much as I’d normally be down with that, you need to eat and we need to get home; Skye is going to be upset if we don’t show up,” he says, placing his fingers under my chin and tipping my head back until we are eye-to-eye, then his gaze searches mine for a long moment. He doesn’t say anything but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel the look he gives me all the way down to my toes before his mouth touches mine.

Chapter 15

Willow

I PARK MY car outside of the restaurant where I’m meeting my dad for brunch then grab my bag off the passenger seat and pull out the papers I printed off a couple of days ago and haven’t had a chance to look at until now.

As I start to look over her information, my cell ringing makes me jump and I quickly answer the call with a press of a button on my steering wheel. The sound of a baby crying, and a child yelling fills the interior of my car in an instant, and I turn down the speakers as I say. “Hello.”

“Hi umm is this Willow?” a woman asks.

I glance down at the monitor in the middle of the car seeing a Florida number I don’t recognize there.